Most men admire virtue who follow not her lore

Virtue could see to do what Virtue would / By her own radiant light, though sun and moon / Were in the flat sea sunk.

Virtue may be assailed, but never hurt, Surprised by unjust force, but not enthralled; Yea even that which mischief meant most harm - Shall in the happy trial prove most glory

Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is, and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely

Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men

That power which erring men call chance