Look’d for compassion through one living eye,
And stretch’d th’ unpalsied hand: the seaman felt
His honest heart with gentle pity melt,
And his small boon with cheerful frankness dealt;
Then made inquiries of th’ unhappy youth,
Who told, nor shame forbade him, all the truth.
“Young Frederick Thompson, to a chandler’s shop
By harlots order’d, and afraid to stop! -
What! our good merchant’s favourite to be seen
In state so loathsome and in dress so mean?” -