Or stays rash will before it grows to deeds.
He taught them Honour, Virtue’s bashfulness;
A fort so yieldless that it fears to treat;
Like power it grows to nothing, growing less;
Honour, the moral conscience of the great.
He taught them Kindness; soul’s civility,
In which, nor courts, nor cities have a part;
For theirs is fashion, this from falshood free,
Where love and pleasure know no lust nor art.
And Love he taught; the soul’s stol’n visit made