Has any one read—mark'd—weigh'd—the worth
Of a common name and a kindred birth,
A Brother's—Uncle's—love upon earth,
To the love that is filthy lucre's?
How day after day, without being hurt,
A man can drag his own flesh thro' the dirt
For a thousand pounds at his Broker's?
Yes, ev'ry one's read—we all of us know—
What man's 'first friend* could become his worst foe,
Bring him up in the way he ought not to go,—