To Doubt Is Worse Than

Gold--the Picklock That Never Fails.

Quiet Night, That Brings Best To The Labourer, Is The Outlaw's Day, In Which He Rises Early To Do Wrong, And When His Work Is Ended Dares Not Sleep.

Revenge, That Thirsty Dropsy Of Our Souls, Makes Us Covet That Which Hurts Us Most.

Oh That Thou Hadst Like Others Been All Words, And No Performance.

Thou Art Figured Blind, And Yet We Borrow Our Best Sight From Thee.