Let me to friends and neighbours bid Farewell.
First to our men of wealth—these are but few—
In duty bound I humbly bid adieu.
This is not painful, for they know me not,
Fortune in different states has placed our lot;
It is not pleasant, for full well I know
The lordly pity that the rich bestow— 20
A proud contemptuous pity, by whose aid
Their own triumphant virtues are display’d.—
“Going, you say? and what intends the Lad?