Dame Fortune has so many fools to feed,
She cannot oft afford, with all her store,
To yield her smiles, where nature smil’d before.
To sinking worth a cordial hand to lend;
With better Fortune to surprise a friend;
To chear the modest stranger’s lonely state;
Or snatch an orphan family from fate:
To do, possess’d with virtue’s noblest fire,
Such gen’rous deeds, as we with tears admire.
ARMSTRONG.