Led by the cry of pain, the idle Crew
Approach, and pity touch’d them at the View.
What they could do and what the Law decreed
I need not tell—what further can we need?
But from the Sense of Guilt or [Thought] of Grief
Nor Law nor Truth can yield the [Soul] Relief.
The man is old, and feeble lives retired;
Gives much, takes little—little has transpired
Of his Employments, Studies or Intent;
Thankful, ’tis said, when every Day is spent.