Classic Poem

Next These, of pining Churls a tatter'd Tribe,
The Spoils of Age and ever-waking Care;
Whose Looks the Temper of their Souls describe,
And Av'rice and Mistrust decipher'd bear:
Brooding o'er Hcaps of Gold, for more they thirst,
Poor in Belief, tho' with Abundance curst.