Thomas Love Peacock (Томас Лав Пикок)
Rich & Poor; or Saint & Sinner
The poor man's sins are glaring; In the face of ghostly warning He is caught in the fact Of an overt act--- Buying greens on a Sunday morning. The rich man's sins are hidden In the pomp of wealth and station; And escape the sight Of the children of light, Who are wise in their generation. The rich man has a kitchen, And cooks to dress his dinner; The poor who would roast To the baker's must post, And thus becomes a sinner. The rich man has a cellar, And a ready butler by him; The poor man must steer For his pint of beer Where the saint can't choose but to spy him. The rich man's painted windows Hide the concerts of the quality; The poor can but share A crack'd fiddle in the air, Which offends all sound morality. The rich man is invisible In the crowd of his gay society; But the poor man's delight Is a sore in the sight, And a stench in the nose of piety.
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