Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.

Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.

'Tis better to be fortunate than wise.

But as some muskets so contrive it As oft to miss the mark they drive at, And though well aimed at duck or plover, Bear wide, and kick their owners over.

Wise are my ways witty my actions

Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust.