Those, who affirm that thou dost dye
The ringlets of thy jetty hair,
Can easily be proved to lie—
Thou bought’st them black as now they are.
By the same, to a Miser.
Thou hast, indeed, the rich man’s pelf,
But dost possess the beggar’s soul,
Oh, thou, who starvest for thyself,
And for thine heirs in wealth dost roll.
By the same. Envy.