To bliss domestic he his heart resign’d,
And with the firmest had the fondest mind;
Were others joyful, he look’d smiling on,
And gave allowance where he needed none;
Good he refused with future ill to buy,
Nor knew a joy that caused reflection’s sigh;
A friend to virtue, his unclouded breast
No envy stung, no jealousy distress’d;
(Bane of the poor! it wounds their weaker mind,
To miss one favour, which their neighbours find:)