Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul

Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.

See my lips tremble, and my eye-balls roll,/ Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul!

Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll;
Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

All are but parts of one stupendous whole, whose body Nature is, and God the soul