F. You see our Alms-house: ancient men, decay’d,
Are here sustain’d, who lost their way in trade;
Here they have all that sober men require—
So thought the Poet—“meat, and clothes, and fire”; 80
A little garden to each house pertains,
Convenient each, and kept with little pains.
Here for the sick are nurse and medicine found;
Here walks and shaded alleys for the sound;
Books of devotion on the shelves are placed,
And not forbidden are the books of taste.