ANTIPATHY. __ I
SCORN the
selfish, purse-proud b—, Who picques himself on being
rich With two-score pounds, late
legacied, Sav’d by his half-starv’d
Father’s greed-- To former neighbours not one
word! He bows obsequious to my Lord. In public see him—how he
capers! Looks big—stops short—pulls out
his papers, And from a silly, puppish dunce, Commences the great man
at once. |