He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes And gaping mouth, that testified surprise.
Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
That gloomy outside, like a rusty chest, contains the shoring treasure of a soul resolved and brave.
Home is the sacred refuge of our life.
Good Heaven, whose darling attribute we find is boundless grace, and mercy to mankind, abhors the cruel.