Contented in my humble State, br I look with Pity on the Great; br Who only Birth, or Wealth, respect, br And treat true Merit with neglect. br br O Pow'r supreme! let me implore br Some Little from thy boundless Store! br Give me a constant, small Support, br Without the Plague of paying Court! br Let none but Fools, who pine to rise, br Be curs'd to bow, where they despise.