THE THIEF,

1 WHY should I deprive my neighbour
Of his goods against his will P
Hands were made for honest labour,
Not to plunder or to steal.

2 ’Tis a foolish self-deceiving,
By such tricks to hope for gain ;
All that’s ever got by thieving
Turns to sorrow, shame, and pain.

3 Have not Eve and Adam taught us
Their sad profit to compute ;
To what dismal state they brought us,
When they stole forbidden fruit ?
FP