Content With Poverty, My Soul I Arm;

Nature Meant Me A Wife, A Silly, Harmless, Household Dove, Fond Without Art, And Kind Without Deceit.

What I Have Left Is From My Native Spring; I've Still A Heart That Swells, In Scorn Of Fate, And Lifts Me To My Banks.

Love Is Love's Reward.

Better One Suffer Than A Nation Grieve.

Silence In Times Of Suffering Is The Best.