Those vessels proudly riding by the quay;
With all those mountain heaps of coal that lie,
For half a county’s wonder and supply. 10
Boats, cables, anchors, all to him pertain—
A swimming fortune, all his father’s gain.
He was a porter on the quay, and one
Proud of his fortune, prouder of his son—
Who was ashamed of him, and much distress’d
To see his father was no better dress’d.
Yet for this parent did the son erect