Virtue May Be Assailed, But Never Hurt,

I Was All Ear, And Took In Strains That Might Create A Soul Under The Ribs Of Death.

Till Old Experience Do Attain To Something Like Prophetic Strain.

Flowers Of All Hue, And Without Thorn The Rose.

Temper Justice With Mercy.

If At Great Things Thou Would'st Arrive, Get Riches First, Get Wealth, And Treasure Heap, Not Difficult, If Thou Hearken To Me; Riches Are Mine, Fortune Is In My Hand, They Whom I Favor Thrive In Wealth Amain, While Virtue, Valor, Wisdom, Sit In Want.