Classic Poem

On seeing a Fop pass an old Beggar.

H E who unmov'd, can hear the suppliant cry
Of palid wretch, placed on the the path-way side,
Nor deigns one pitying look, but passes by
In all the pomp of self-adoring pride —
So may some great man vex his little soul,
When he, obsequious, makes his lowest bow;
Turn from him with a look that says, vain fool,
And speak to some poor man whom he would shame to know.