Cave of Poverty, The - Part 80

Behold, what bitter Cares my Peace annoy!
How Want distracts, and Contumely wounds!
How sore Distress Life's Pleasure does destroy!
How Plagues ingirt, and Misery surrounds!
Bated on ev'ry side, what Arts I use
To 'scape the Mischief, which too fast pursues!
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