It is Chastity, my brother. She that has that is clad in complete steel.
The brazen throat of war.
Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar graces.
Evil on itself shall back recoil.
The childhood shows the man As morning shows the day. Be famous then By wisdom; as thy empire must extend, So let extend thy mind o'er all the world.
Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.