That he but feels a common woe;1010
And lighter falls the stroke of care
Which all with equal sorrow bear;
For selfish and malign is human grief1015
Which in the tears of others finds relief.
Remove all men to fortune born,
And none will think himself forlorn;
Remove rich acres spreading wide,1020
With grazing herds on every side:
Straight will the poor man's drooping soul revive,