Nay, do not think that I the Will revoke.
My cruel Son in every way I’ve tried, }
And every vice have found in him but pride; }
For he, of pride possess’d, would meaner vices hide. }
Money he wastes, I will not say he spends; }
He neither makes the poor nor rich his friends— }
To those he nothing gives, to these he never lends. }
“’Tis for himself each legal pale he breaks;
He joins the miser’s spirit to the rake’s. 10
Like the worst Roman in the worst of times,