就像我呆在屋子里，孤独凄凉，除了火和我，除了烟囱和凳子，什么也没有，我举目望墙，在寂静的大厅里，除了几只闪闪发光的杯子和盘子，我什么也没看见，桌子和木凳，人们过去吃饭的地方;有一块彩布，上面写着一个古老的故事，我的思绪被灯光透过玻璃发现了。看到我所有的财富都被限制在这么一个小房间里，我感到很奇怪，但我不敢奢望更多的东西。我悲痛万分，这么一点积蓄竟成了我的全部;因为我忘记了我的安逸和健康，也没有想到手和眼睛，也没有想到灵魂和身体;我不把太阳、月亮、星辰和人当作我的，虽然它们在我周围发光;因此，我完全垮了。我想，我必须做一些更伟大的事情，直到我渴望的心灵看到，我才会哀叹我的贫穷;我愿得到一切赏赐，世上不可能没有爱或神;因为他的手创造了我，他不应该是无限的吗? Ten thousand absent things Did vex my poor and wanting mind, Which, till I be no longer blind, Let me not see the King of kings. His love must surely be Rich, infinite, and free; Nor can he be thought a God Of grace and power, that fills not his abode, His holy court, In kind and liberal sort; Joys and pleasures, Plenty of jewels, goods, and treasures, To enrich the poor, cheer the forlorn, His palace must adorn, And given all to me; For till his works my wealth became, No love or peace did me inflame: But now I have a Deity.