To Be Poor, And To Seem Poor,

Thus 'tis With All; Their Chief And Constant Care Is To Seem Everything But What They Are.

And What Is Friendship But A Name, A Charm That Lulls To Sleep, A Shade That Follows Wealth Or Fame, And Leaves The Wretch To Weep?

The Volumes Of Antiquity, Like Medals, May Very Well Serve To Amuse The Curious, But The Works Of The Moderns, Like The Current Coin Of A Kingdom, Are Much Better For Immediate Use.

Careless Their Merits Or Their Faults To Scan, His Pity Gave Ere Charity Began. Thus To Relieve The Wretched Was His Pride, And Even His Failings Lean'd To Virtue's Side.

Were I To Be Angry At Men Being Fools, I Could Here Find Ample Room For Declamation; But, Alas! I Have Been A Fool Myself; And Why Should I Be Angry With Them For Being Something So Natural To Every Child Of Humanity?