When he knows, in his heart, he has blot upon blot.
Mankind I contemplate as Heaven’s great work,
Whether Christian or Jew, Pagan, Gentoo or Turk;
In a nutshell the creed of my conscience will lie,
To others I do, as I wou’d be done by.
’Gainst chill poverty yet, I have ne’er set my face,
For I hope all my heart’s a benevolent place;
A friend in distress my tobacco shall quaff,
And while I’ve a guinea, he’s welcome to half.
From the Court to the Change as I skim o’er each phiz,