Covering Discretion With A Coat

God Defend The Right.

I Am Now Of All Humors That Have Showed Themselves Humors Since The Old Days Of Goodman Adam To The Pupil Age Of This Present Twelve O'clock At Midnight.

Through Tattered Clothes Great Vices Do Appear; Robes And Furred Gowns Hide All. Plate Sin With Gold And The Strong Lance Of Justice Hurtless Breaks. Arm It In Rags, A Pigmy's Straw Does Pierce It.

Why, Courage Then! What Cannot Be Avoided 'twere Childish Weakness To Lament Or Fear.

I Can Give The Loser Leave To Chide.