As it would be for a lotus of sweetest scent
To blossom forth in beauty ’mid the flames of hell.
FORTUNE AND WORTH.
That haughty rich man see, a merely gilded clod;
This poor man see, pure gold with common dust besmeared.
Start not: in needy garb was Moses girt and shod,
When waved and shone before him Pharaoh’s golden beard!
BROKEN HEARTS.
When other things are broken they are nothing worth,
Unless it be to some old Jew or some repairer;