Who stops and gazes at such joyous crew,
And feels his envy rising at the view;
He the light speech and laugh indignant hears,
And feels more press’d by want, more vex’d by fears.
Ah! go in peace, good fellow, to thine home,
Nor fancy these escape the general doom:
Gay as they seem, be sure with them are hearts
With sorrow tried; there’s sadness in their parts:
If thou couldst see them when they think alone,
Mirth, music, friends, and these amusements gone;