I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels. How can man then,
The image of his maker hope to win by itIJ
love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee;
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,
Thy God's, and truth's.
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues
We write in water.