Fears of sinning let in thoughts of sin.
Habit with him was all the test of truth; It must be right: I've done it from my youth.
'T was good advice, and meant, my son, Be good.
An infatuated man is not only foolish, but wild.
A sly old fish, too cunning for the hook.
With eye upraised his master's look to scan, The joy, the solace, and the aid of man: The rich man's guardian and the poor man's friend, The only creature faithful to the end.