And are a strong, although a secret claim:
To me, alas! the want and worth are known;
Why then, in fact, ’tis but to take my own.”
Thought after thought pour’d in, a tempting train: -
“Suppose it done, - who is it could complain?
How could the poor? for they such trifles share,
As add no comfort, as suppress no care;
But many a pittance makes a worthy heap, -
What says the law? that silence puts to sleep: -
Nought then forbids, the danger could we shun,