Cave of Poverty, The - Part 77

Why am I forc'd to groan beneath a Weight,
My bending and o'er-labour'd Strength would fain
Throw off? Why struggle with a wayward Fate?
And bootless heave against Eternal Pain?
Why may not Friendly Death come end my Smart,
When, tir'd of Life, I court his Ebon Dart?
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