A Sequel to Don Juan — page 111: what you’re looking at

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102 A SEQUEL TO LXX XI. The keeper of a boarding-house each hour Speculates on your hunger, sickness, health— Begrudges you each morsel you devour— Watches your movements, like a cat, by stealth— Commends the bread most stale, the wine most sour— Declares the greatest virtue to be wealth, And thus insults the poverty that gives The little pittance by whose aid he lives. LXXXIL. This is a boarding -house—emotionless— Cold—dead—inert—sad—comfortless—and drear ; A hole which sunshine never deigns to bless— A hearth which no domestic feelings cheer— A famished table where the hungry press— A threshold which the beggar comes not near— A place where there is little self-respect, And where the pass-word’s “ Poverty—Neglect.”’ LXXXIIT. One gentleman, more jaunty than the rest, . Sported a pinchbeck watch ;—an ancient maid Always appeared at meals with her head drest In an old yellow turban: thus arrayed She sate as prim and stately as a guest At the Queen’s table ;—a young lady played U pon an old piano after dinner : To listen were meet penance for a sinner ! comichbooksscom