But that he wrought so high the specious tale, As manifested plainly 'twas a lie.
For rarely man escapes his destiny.
Man proposes, and God disposes.
Nature made him, and then broke the mold.
Such fire was not by water to be drown'd, Nor he his nature changed by changing ground.
There never was such beauty in another man. Nature made him, and then broke the mould.
Who seems most hideous when adorned the most.
The character of a people may be ruined by charity.
