A Good Principle Not Rightly

Virtue Could See To Do What Virtue Would By Her Own Radiant Light, Though Sun And Moon Where In The Flat Sea Sunk.

. . . For Beauty Stands In The Admiration Only Of Weak Minds Led Captive. Cease To Admire, And All Her Plumes Fall Flat And Shrink Into A Trivial Toy, At Every Sudden Slighting Quite Abash'd.

Evil, Be Thou My Good.

And The More I See Pleasures About Me, So Much More I Feel Torment Within Me.

Nor From Hell One Step No More Than From Himself Can Fly By Change Of Place.