But only hands to help mankind.
If there is rest 'ithin the breast,
'Tis where the heart is holy.
GRUFFMOODY GRIM.
Aye, a sad life his wife must ha' led,
Vor so snappish he's leätely a-come,
That there's nothèn but anger or dread
Where he is, abroad or at hwome;
He do wreak all his spite on the bwones