Author Aaron Hill Let him, whose present fortune gives him pain , Scorn the low, vulgar custom, to complain: All, that with-holds his wish , the brave will break, Or, silent, bear those chains, 'tis poor, to shake . Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments