Forget Thyself To Marble.

And Out Of Good Still To Find Means Of Evil.

Accuse Not Nature: She Hath Done Her Part; Do Thou But Thine.

That Practis'd Falsehood Under Saintly Shew, Deep Malice To Conceal, Couch'd With Revenge.

Abash'd The Devil Stood, And Felt How Awful Goodness Is.

Farewell Hope, And With Hope Farewell Fear