And, ev'n while fashion's brightest arts decoy, The heart distrusting asks, if this be joy.

To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art.

Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.

The whitewashed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a ch…

Most of the change we think we see in life Is due to truths being in and out of favor.

Appearance too often takes the place of reality - the stamp of the coin is there, and the glitter of the gold, but, after all, it is but a worthless wash. Sham…

'We are in a very vain, very appearance-conscious world nowadays. But, you won't get any answers. Wearing the right suit doesn't necessarily make you happy.' -…