And time to dotage has increased his love.
A Miser now, the one strong passion guides 230
The heart and soul; there’s not a love besides.
Where’er he comes, he sees in every face
A look that tells him of his own disgrace.
Men’s features vary, but the mildest show—
“It is a tale of infamy we know.”
Some with contempt the wealthy miser view,
Some with disgust, yet mix’d with pity too;
A part the looks of wrath and hatred wear,