Classic Poem

Who dares with wrongs the needy to pursue,
Is base, nor base alone, but foolish too.
What thoughtless pride to spurn that humble state,
Which chance may make his own unpitied fate?
Though now he boasts his heaps of golden store,
Soon may those fail, and he be rich no more;
The streams of fortune, never at a stay,
Oft change their course, and quickly glide away.