'T was Slander filled her mouth with lying words, Slander, the foulest whelp of Sin. - Robert Pollok

And now her eyes grew bright, and brighter still,
Too bright for ours to look upon, suffused
With many tears, and closed without a cloud.
They set as sets the morning star, which goes
Not down behind the darkened west, nor hides
Obscured among the tempests of the sky,
But melts away into the light of heaven.

Most wondrous book! bright candle of the Lord!
Star of Eternity! The only star
By which the bark of man could navigate
The sea of life and gain the coast of bliss
Securely.

With one hand he put
A penny in the urn of poverty,
And with the other took a shilling out.