Verses sent to a Lady, Who Took Delight in Ridiculing a Person of Very Weak Understanding, Whom She Reliev'd from Want

Should you employ your Ridicule,
On those who Pity claim?
Think, Birtha , is the native Fool
For Wit a proper Theme?
On Vice your hum'rous Vein display;
'Tis meritorious there;
Or tow'ring Vanity allay;
But O! Misfortune spare.

With Wisdom who endows the Brain,
To thy Remembrance call;
Nor, while the Wretched you sustain,
Tincture their Cup with Gall.
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