Laugh’d at devotion, I enjoy’d the jest;
But this all vanish’d like the morning-dew,
When unemploy’d, and poor again I grew;
Yea! I was doubly poor, for I was wicked too.
“The mouse that trespass’d and the treasure stole,
Found his lean body fitted to the hole;
Till, having fatted, he was forced to stay,
And, fasting, starve his stolen bulk away:
Ah ! worse for me - grown poor, I yet remain
In sinful bonds, and pray and fast in vain.