Classic Poem

Thou worst of Ills! what have I done,
That Heav'n should punish me with thee?
From Insolence, Fraud, and Oppression,
I ever have been innocent and free.
Thou wer't intended (Poverty)
A scourge for Pride, and Avarice,
I ne're was tainted yet with either Vice;
I never in prosperity,
Nor in the height of all my happiness,
Scorn'd, or neglected any in distress,
My hand, my heart, my door
Were ever open'd to the poor;
And I to others in their need have granted,
E're they could ask, the thing they wanted,
Whereas I now, although I humbly crave it,
Do only beg for Peace, and cannot have it.