He Is The Freeman Whom The Truth

For When Was Public Virtue To Be Found Where Private Was Not?

All Constraint, / Except What Wisdom Lays On Evil Men, / Is Evil.

I Pity Them Greatly, But I Must Be Mum, For How Could We Do Without Sugar And Rum?

Where Men Of Judgment Creep And Feel Their Way, The Positive Pronounce Without Dismay.

The Nurse Sleeps Sweetly, Hired To Watch The Sick, / Whom, Snoring, She Disturbs.