And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet.
Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony.
And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems.
Where shame is, there is also fear.
He that hath light within their own breast, may sit in the centre and enjoy bright day.
Or if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.