Affliction is the good man's shining scene; prosperity conceals his brightest ray; as night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
Poor in abundance, famish'd at a feast.
There buds the promise of celestial worth.
Pity swells the tide of love.
We see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see!
When men of infamy to grandeur soar, They light a torch to show their shame the more.