He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
The blushing beauties of a modest maid.
Repentance is but want of power to sin.
For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.