Charm Strikes The Sight, But Merit Wins

A Brain Of Feathers, And A Heart Of Lead.

There Still Remains To Mortify A Wit The Many-headed Monster Of The Pit.

Who Sees Pale Mammom Pine Amidst His Store, Sees But A Backward Steward For The Poor.

The Blest To-day Is As Completely So, As Who Began A Thousand Years Ago.

Sometimes Virtue Starves While Vice Is Fed.