Within my earthly temple there’s a crowd:
There’s one of us that’s humble, one that’s proud,
There’s one that’s broken-hearted for his sins,
And one that unrepentant sits and grins,
There’s one that loves his neighbour as himself,
And one that cares for naught but fame and pelf.
For much perplexing care I would be free
If I could once determine which is me!
*Pelf is money gained in a dishonest way