Wise men patience never want

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.