Trial can only tell us what we are:
For we whom custom hath with grief acquainted,
By us her sad proportion best is painted.
Christopher Lever, 1607.
He bids him glow with unremitting love
To all on earth, and to Himself above
Condemns the injurious deed, the slanderous tongue,
The thought that meditates a brother’s wrong;
Brings not alone the more conspicuous part—
His conduct—to the test, but tries his heart.