LINES, On seeing a Fop pass
an old Beggar. _____ HE who, unmov’d can hear the suppliant cry Of pallid wretch, plac’d on the path-way side, Nor deigns one pitying look,
but passes by, In all the pomp of self-adoring pride: So may some great man vex his little soul, When he obsequious,
makes his lowest bow; Turn from him with a look that
says, vain fool, And speak to some poor man whom he would shame to know. |