But thou to justice cleave, and wrong forbear.
Wrong, if he yield to its abhorr’d controul,
Shall pierce like iron in the poor man’s soul:
Wrong weighs the rich man’s conscience to the dust,
When his foot stumbles on the way unjust:
Far diff’rent is the path; a path of light,
That guides the feet to equitable right.
The end of righteousness, enduring long,
Exceeds the short prosperity of wrong.
[55]The fool by suffering his experience buys;