Envy

Why, Ellen, such a pouting Face Is quite against the Rule: I fear you have incurr’d Disgrace, Or done amiss at School.

What! Lucy Elton’s rich Pelisse Your envious Thoughts inspire? And Fanny Jones disturbs your Peace When dress’d in gay Attire?

You foolish Child, did you but know The Way their Wealth was gained Your Cheeks with honest Shame would glow While youthful Life remained.

For Lucy’s Father robb’d a Bank, And Fanny’s Sire a Church: Far from such Wealth you Heav’n may thank Your Name can None besmirch.