Nor Fire, Nor Rocks, Can

If Thou Wouldst Be Justified, Acknowledge Thine Injustice. He That Confesses His Sin, Begins His Journey Toward Salvation. He That Is Sorry For It, Mends His Pace. He That Forsakes It, Is At His Journey's End.

Shine Son Of Glory, And My Sinnes Are Gonelike Twinkling Starres Before The Rising Sunne.

What Well-advised Ear Regards What Earth Can Say? Thy Words Are Gold, But Thy Rewards Are Painted Clay.

Scandal Breeds Hatred; Hatred Begets Division; Division Makes Faction, And Faction Brings Ruin.

With A Bloody Flux Of Oaths Vows Deep Revenge.