Wrong Hath But Wrong, And Blame The

Through Tattered Clothes, Small Vices Do Appear. Robes And Furred Gowns Hide All.

We Are Oft To Blame In This, - 'tis Too Much Proved, - That With Devotion's Visage, And Pios Action We Do Sugar O'er The Devil Himself.

And Makes Me Poor Indeed.

In The Night, Imagining Some Fear, How Easy Is A Bush Supposed A Bear!

Your Gentleness Shall Force More Than Your Force Move Us To Gentleness.