And when you have power,
It should not be abused,
Oppressing the weaker,
Nor strength be misused.
For, often, unkindness
Returns whence it came;
And ever deceit must
Be followed by shame.
Remember this, William,
And here end your sorrow;
I ’ll buy you a pipe,
To blow bubbles, to-morrow.
[VIVY VAIN.]
Miss Vain was all given to dress—
Too fond of gay clothing; and so,
She ’d gad about town
Just to show a new gown,
As a train-band their color to show.
Her head being empty and light,
Whene’er she obtained a new hat,
With pride in her air,
She ’d go round, here and there,
For all whom she knew to see that.
Her folly was chiefly in this:
More highly she valued fine looks,
Than virtue, or truth,
Or devoting her youth
To usefulness, friendship, or books.
Her passion for show was unchecked;
And therefore, it happened one day,
Arrayed in bright hues,
And with new hat and shoes,
Miss Vain walked abroad for display.