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Virtue and sense are one; and trust me still A faithless heart betrays the head unsound. Virtue (for mere good nature is a fool) Is sense and spirit with humanity. ’Tis sometimes angry, and its frown confounds; ’Tis even vindictive, but in vengeance just, Knaves fain would laugh at it; some great ones dare But at his heart the most undaunted son Of Fortune dreads its name and awful charms.
— JOHN ARMSTRONG (POET)