Poverty

In manner most brief, yet convincing and clear, You have told the whole truth to my wond'ring ear, And I see that 'twas God, who in all things is fair, Has assign'd us the forms, in this world which we bear.

In the sight of the world doth the wealthy man seem Like the sun which doth warm everything with its beam; Whilst the poor needy wight with his pitiable case Resembles the moon which doth chill with its face.