It is Chastity, my brother. She that has that is clad in complete steel.
And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons.
Enflamed with the study of learning and the admiration of virtue; stirred up with high hopes of living to be brave men and worthy patriots, dear to God, and famous to all ages.
Let none admire that riches grow in hell; that soil may best deserve the precious bane.
Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.
Goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems.