In a costly palace if the child with a pin
Do but chance to prick a finger, straight the doctor is call’d in;
In a wretched workhouse men are left to perish,
For want of proper cordials, which their old age might cherish.
In a costly palace Youth enjoys his lust;
In a wretched workhouse Age, in corners thrust,
Thinks upon the former days, when he was well to do,
Had children to stand by him, both friends and kinsmen too.
In a costly palace Youth his temples hides
With a new devised peruke that reaches to his sides;