Wise men patience never want,
  Good men pity cannot hide;
Feeble spirits only vaunt
  Of revenge, the poorest pride:
He alone forgive that can
Bears the true soul of a man.

Some there are debate that seek,
  Making trouble their content;
Happy if they wrong the meek,
  Vex them that to peace are bent:
Such undo the common tie
Of mankind, Society.

Kindness grown is lately cold,
  Conscience hath forgot her part;
Blessèd times were known of old
  Long ere Law became an art:
Shame deterred, not statutes then;
Honest love was law to men.

Deeds from love, and words, that flow,
  Foster like kind April showers;
In the warm sun all things grow,
  Wholesome fruits and pleasant flowers:
All so thrives his gentle rays
Whereon human love displays.