Classic Poem

Thou call'st me begger, Momus , and dost tell
I must not triumph so, nor so much swell,
Because I have but little; and yet that
Is not my own, but other Mens Estate
Why shouldst thou thus upbraid me with my want?
Must I be blam'd because my fortune's scant?
I'm honest still; thou liv'st by theft alone;
Between us two the difference is none;
For both of us on others bread do dine,
Only thou stealst thy meat, I beg for mine.