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Rh With brisker air the silken courtiers gaze, And turn the varied taunt a thousand ways. Of all the griefs that harass the distressed, Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest; Fate never wounds more deep the gen'rous heart, Than when a blockhead’s insult points the dart.
 * 'Has Heaven reserved, in pity to the poor,

No pathless waste, or undiscover'd shore? No secret island in the boundless main? No peaceful desert yet unclaimed by Spain? Quick let us rise, the happy seats explore, And bear Oppression’s insolence no more. This mournful truth is everywhere confess'd, Slow rises worth, by poverty depress'd: But here more slow, where all are slaves to gold, Where looks are merchandise, and smiles are sold; Where won by bribes, by flatteries implor'd, The groom retails the favours of his lord. But, hark! th’ affrighted crowd’s tumultuous cries Roll through the streets, and thunder to the skies: Rais'd from some pleasing dream of wealth and pow'r, Some pompous palace, or some blissful bow'r,