The Instruments Of Darkness Tell Us Truths.

Confess Yourself To Heaven, Repent What's Past, Avoid What Is To Come, And Do Not Spread The Compost On The Weeds To Make Them Ranker.

What, Can The Devil Speak True?

If Yon Bethink Yourself Of Any Crime Unreconcil'd As Yet To Heaven And Grace, Solicit For It Straight.

And How His Audit Stands Who Knows, Save Heaven?

No Place Indeed Should Murder Sanctuarize; Revenge Should Have No Bounds.