I Never Saw Any Good That Came

He Wants Worth Who Dares Not Praise A Foe.

The Scum That Rises Upmost, When The Nation Boils.

That Gloomy Outside, Like A Rusty Chest, Contains The Shoring Treasure Of A Soul Resolved And Brave.

War Seldom Enters But Where Wealth Allures.

Content With Poverty, My Soul I Arm; And Virtue, Though In Rags, Will Keep Me Warm.