“Forbear, you thingsThat stand upon the pinnacles of state,To boast your slippery height! when you do fall,You dash yourselves in pieces, ne’er to rise:And he that lends you pity, is not wise.”
“Forbear, you thingsThat stand upon the pinnacles of state,To boast your slippery height! when you do fall,You dash yourselves in pieces, ne’er to rise:And he that lends you pity, is not wise.”