Innocence is like polished armor; it adorns and defends.

Innocence is like polished armor; it adorns and defends

Innocence is like polished armor; it adorns and defends.

Guilt upon the conscience, like rust upon iron, both defiles and consumes it, gnawing and creeping into it, as that does which at last eats out the very heart and substance of the metal.

E'en drunken Andrew felt the blow That innocence can give, When its resistless accents flow To bid affection live.

A place where pebbles are polished and diamonds are dimmed.