Most Words, Less Works.

He that may sin, sins least: leave to transgress
Enfeebles much the seeds of wickedness.

Great men by small means oft are overthrown;
He's lord of thy life, who contemns his own.

Wantons we are, and though our words be such,
Our lives do differ from our lines by much.

For punishment in war it will suffice
If the chief author of the faction dies;
Let but few smart, but strike a fear through all;
Where the fault springs there let the judgment fall.

If thou ask me, dear, wherefore
I do write of thee no more,
I must answer, sweet, thy part
Less is here than in my heart.

By so much, virtue is the less,
By how much, near to singleness.