The worst of ills, and hardest to endure,
          Past hope, past cure,
Is penury, who with her sister mate
Disorder, soon brings down the loftiest state,
          And makes it desolate.
This truth the sage of Sparta told,
          Aristomedus old,-
"Wealth makes the man." On him that is poor
Proud worth looks down, and honour shuts the door.