Arnyte (Arnyte Leisler, son of Jacob Leisler)
paused not a moment on the sight of the happy rout (young people playing at the Collect Pond, called De Kolck by the author)
, for the pleasures of others do but tend to mock the deserted creature of misery---like green fields and sunny glades, for which he longs in vain as he gazes through his prison bars, are to the the eyes of the desolate convict---like the voice of the healthful, in the ear of the sick man, bringing with its sound but a bitter comparison of the wretchedness of his poisoned lot; even so with a face jaudiced with evil, as if when he had cause for tears, it were unmeet (unsuitable)
it should be catered, otherwise to any, doth he that is racked of heart, regard the wreathed smile of the gay, of the mingled shout and tread of revelry or merriment---for misfortune makes those at whom she darts her snakelike fangs, at once selfish and envious, turning to the bitterest gall all liberal and inborn virtue---for its victim deems in the madness of his trials, that on him alone the curse of Ishmael hath fallen, that all men's hands are against him,
and he feels as if against all man he could gladly turn the besom of destruction.