The brightest of all things, the sun, hath its spots.

The brightest of all things, the sun, hath its spots.

Many talk of Robin Hood that never shot his bow,
And many talk of Little John that never did read more

Many talk of Robin Hood that never shot his bow,
And many talk of Little John that never did him know.

And sanguine hope through every storm of life,
Shoots her bright beams, and calms the internal strife.

And sanguine hope through every storm of life,
Shoots her bright beams, and calms the internal strife.

Charity sees the need not the cause.

Charity sees the need not the cause.

He that doth what he should not, shall feele what he would not.

He that doth what he should not, shall feele what he would not.

One hand washeth another, and both the face.

One hand washeth another, and both the face.

Joking apart, now let us be serious.

Joking apart, now let us be serious.

Conscience, the executioner, shaking her secret scourge.

Conscience, the executioner, shaking her secret scourge.

We plough the sand on the sea shore.

We plough the sand on the sea shore.