There is an old poor man, .... Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger.
There is an old poor man, .... Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger.
There is an old poor man
Who after me hath many a weary step
Limp'd in pure love; till he be first suffic'd,
Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger,
I will not touch a bit.
Never elated when one man 's oppress'd Never dejected while another 's bless'd.
To plead for the Oppress'd and to defend the Weak seem'd to me a generous undertaking; for tho' it may be secure, 'tis not always Honourable to run over to the strongest party.
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