Food for the Mind: Or, A New Riddle-book

by John-the-Giant-Killer

Where I despis'd and rolling lie,

See no Samaritan pass by,

But num'rous insults meet:—

Ladies, contemplate well my fate,

Reflect upon my wretched state;

Implore th' Almighty's aid,

Lest you (which Heav'n avert) like me

Shou'd come to want and misery,

Be ruin'd and betray'd.