Indu'd With sanctity of reason.
O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings.
Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise
Let none henceforth seek needless cause to approve The faith they owe; when earnestly they seek Such proof, conclude, they then begin to fail.
Ah, why should all mankind For one man's fault, be condemned, If guiltless?
Hide me from day's garish eye.