Whilst poverty stands ragg'd and starving,
Fat plenty
gives her — not a farthing.
Not once vouchsafes
to look upon her,
Lest he should lose both health and honor :
For
'tis a scandal to be sure,
That silk and lawn should look o'th'
poor ;
Whose meagre faces may infect,
A body plump and intelect.
Then who would run such risques as these,
The poor and lousy for
to please?
Their heads were better stuff'd at college,
With richer sense, and
plumper knowledge :
And learn'd — plum-pudding presentation
Chimes
sweetly with a dispensation.
Then how can they forget the rules
They
oft bring with them from the schools?
Which are so rivetted
and fast,
They stick like burrs unto the last.
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