Cave of Poverty, The - Part 32

Hence One, with ashy Cheek and haggard Eye,
The Inward Labour of his Soul betrays;
While Debt does with incessant Horrors ply
The haunted Wretch, and curses all his Days;
Rides him in Dreams; and harrasses his Nights
With Tip-staves, and Imaginary Frights.
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