Is an Exile, which hath no portion in the time And tale and scorching brain of selfishness.

F thou hast webs of laughter and dangling gold, Or credit on the rich man's scroll writ deep, And in thy house a sense of feasts and affectation Unconfessed, - then thou hast many friends; Thy life goes on with splendid tendence.

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