A beggar’s pride as they that pity dealt.
The dogs, who learn of man to scorn the poor,
Bark’d him away from every decent door;
While they who saw him bare, but thought him rich,
To show respect or scorn, they knew not which.
But while our Merchant seemed so base and mean,
He had his wanderings, sometimes “not unseen;”
To give in secret was a favourite act,
Yet more than once they took him in the fact
To scenes of various woe he nightly went,