A Fav'rite Has No Friend!

Chill Penury Repress'd Their Noble Rage, And Froze The Genial Current Of The Soul.

When Love Could Teach A Monarch To Be Wise, And Gospel-light First Dawn'd From Bullen's Eyes.

In Buskined Measures Move Pale Grief And Pleasing Pain, With Horror, Tyrant Of The Throbbing Breast.

And Moody Madness Laughing Wild Amid Severest Woe.

How Low, How Little Are The Proud, How Indigent The Great!