Cave of Poverty, The - Part 98

The sullen Goddess with malignant Smile,
Like Gleams of Sun-shine thro' an Evening Show'r,
Greets the Distresses of the Plaintive Style,
Which sets to view the Mischiefs of her Pow'r:
And, counting the recited Scathe her Gain,
Insults on Woe, and prides in giving Pain.
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