Fame is the last infirmity of the human mind.
Justice divine Mends not her slowest pace for prayers or cries.
Virtue could see to do what Virtue would by her own radiant light, though sun and moon where in the flat sea sunk.
Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
My heart contains of good, wise, just, the perfect shape.
Nor turned I ween Adam from his fair spouse, nor Eve the rites Mysterious of connubial love refused: Whatever hypocrites austerely talk Of purity and place and innocence, Defaming as impure what God declares Pure, and commands to some, leaves free to all.