But Heavens, is’t possible for to believe
Mankind should study Mankind to deceive,
To see such glorious Shows of outside shine
And find no kind of furniture within,
Ensigns of Grandeur painted at the Door,
But all within diminutively poor?
The gawdy Slaves may show their Master’s vain,
And cheat the unwary with a num’rous Train;
That spite of all the tawdry Coat and Lace,
Th’ unthinking Thing will peep out of the Glass,