Cave of Poverty, The - Part 59

Attir'd in Discontent, and cursing Peace,
Disbanded Red-Coats stalk with folded Arms;
Here, the Mob's Curse, and changing Time's Disease,
A Bevy of Discarded States-men swarms:
There, Courtesans that have out-liv'd Desires;
Here, Parasites, Projectors, begging Fryars.
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