Why, Then The World ’s

O, Speak Again, Bright Angel! For Thou Art As Glorious To This Night, Being O'er My Head As Is A Winged Messenger Of Heaven

For By His Face Straight Shall You Know His Heart.

A Wicked Conscience Mouldeth Goblins Swift As Frenzy Thoughts.

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.

Beauty Lives With Kindness.