Cave of Poverty, The - Part 79

Behold, how strongly thou my Pride hast check'd!
Behold, how Friendship does askaunce his Eye!
How every Face is scrued to Disrespect!
How, like Infection, all my Commerce fly!
Ev'n as the Herd, fway'd by remorseless Fear,
From his known Covert chase the wounded Deer.
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