O'er Her Warm Cheek, And Rising Bosom,

Nor Grandeur Hear With A Disdainful Smile The Short And Simple Annals Of The Poor.

What Female Heart Can Gold Despise? What Cat 's Averse To Fish?

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

Rich With The Spoils Of Time.

To Each His Suff'rings: All Are Men, / Condemn'd Alike To Groan, / The Tender For Another's Pain; / Th' Unfeeling For His Own.