As righteous men ye do without appear,

Within iniquity usurps the soul:

Ye are e’en like a whited Sepulchre,

Beautiful outward, hiding dead men’s bones;

Uncleanness and corruption, everywhere.

J. A. Heraud.

Like the detested tribe

Of ancient Pharisees, beneath the mask

Of clamorous piety, what numbers veil

Contaminated, vicious hearts! How many