Verses Sent to a Lady, Who Took Delight in Ridiculing a Person
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.
