When mouths professing thoughts grotesque
Not for mere show, or arabesque
May shrug and say It was a joke

But our souls are not our humours
If we beseech the best in all
But in ourselves must build a wall
Between our thoughts and those we feel accepted

One mind, One thought, With blade so keen
Is removed from that which makes it scheme
But also that which makes the whole effective
But how to return what once was stole
Even our kindest have difficulty knowing