For By His Face Straight

To Hold, As 't Were, The Mirror Up To Nature.

Obey Thy Parents, Keep Thy Word Justly; Swear Not; Commit Not With Man's Sworn Spouse; Set Not Thy Sweet Heart On Proud Array. * * * Keep Thy Foot Out Of Brothels, Thy Pen From Lenders' Books.

I Will Through And Through Cleanse The Foul Body Of Th' Infected World, If They Will Patiently Receive My Medicine.

Whereto Serves Mercy But To Confront The Visage Of Offense?

Sweet Are The Uses Of Adversity