'When wilt thou be the humble suppliant's friend, (898)
And bring him where his suit may be obtain'd ? (899)
When wilt thou sort an hour great strifes to end? (900)
Or free that soul which wretchedness hath chain'd? (901)
Give physic to the sick, ease to the pain'd?
The poor, lame, blind, halt, creep, cry out for thee; (903)
But they ne'er meet with Opportunity.