This mournful truth is ev'rywhere confessed —
Slow rises worth, by poverty depressed.


London: A Poem (1738), lines 176–177

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This mournful truth is ev'rywhere confessed — Slow rises worth, by poverty depressed.

This mournful truth is ev'rywhere confessed — Slow rises worth, by poverty depressed.

This mournful truth is ev'rywhere confessed — Slow rises worth, by poverty depressed.

This mournful truth is ev'rywhere confessed — Slow rises worth, by poverty depressed.