ABSTRACT
Thos e men who ample gifts on strangers waste, And leave th eir own to pin e in want and woe, Of goodness only earn th e empty show :- To poison turns the hon ied praise they tast e. The fools who thus to suffering doom th eir k in , And costly rites fulfil to merit heaven, From all th e acts performed, and largess given, No bliss shall find, but reap the fruit of sin.
