Nor Love Thy Life, Nor Hate; But

The Best Apology Against False Accusers Is Silence.

Who Can Enjoy Alone? Or All Enjoying What Contentment Find?

Part Of My Soul I Seek Thee, And Claim Thee My Other Half

Ease Would Recant Vows Made In Pain, As Violent And Void.

I Cannot Praise A Fugitive And Cloistered Virtue, Unexercised And Unbreathed, That Never Sallies Out And Sees Her Adversary, But Slinks Out Of The Race Where That Immortal Garland Is To Be Run For, Not Without Dust And Heat.