Cave of Poverty, The - Part 76

Curse on the envious Fate, that tyes me down
To servile Ills my gen'rous Soul disdains!
Curse on the Shifts my needy Age has known;
The hated Shifts, which mighty Need constrains!
O Comfort-killing State! Heart-wounding Grief!
O Sorrows that admit no kind Relief!
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