Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise

In naked beauty more adorn'd, More lovely than Pandora.

O shame to men! Devil with devil damned Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational, though under hope Of heavenly grace: and God proclaiming peace, Yet live in hatred, enmity, and strife Among themselves, and levy cruel wars, Wasting the earth, each other to destroy: As if (which might induce us to accord) Man had not hellish foes enough besides, That day and night for his destruction wait.

Be strong, live happy and love, but first of all Him whom to love is to obey, and keep His great command!

Thus Belial, with words clothed in reason's garb, counseled ignoble ease, and peaceful sloth, not peace.

He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.

Hard are the ways of truth, and rough to walk.