Use almost can change the stamp of nature, And master the devil, or throw him out Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous-evil Value dwells not in particular will; It holds his estimate and dignity, As well wherein 'tis precious of itself, Virtue and cunning* are endowments greater Violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die: like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes. * Knowledge, skill. |