Or strove to profit by some pious book.
When the mind stoops to this degraded state,
New griefs will darken the dependant’s fate;
“Brother!” said Isaac, “you will sure excuse
The little freedom I’m compell’d to use:
My wife’s relations - (curse the haughty crew!) -
Affect such niceness, and such dread of you:
You speak so loud - and they have natures soft -
Brother - I wish - do go upon the loft!”
Poor George obey’d, and to the garret fled,