Precepts of Charity. Proud Coaches pass, regardless of the Moan, Of Infant Orphans, and the Widow’s Groan; While Charity still moves the Walker’s Mind, His lib’ral Purse relieves the Lame and Blind. Judiciously thy Half-pence are bestow’d, Where the laborious Beggar sweeps the Road. Whate’er you give, give ever at Demand, Nor let Old-Age long stretch his palsy’dpalsy’d: “privation of motion or feeling, or both, proceeding from some cause below the cerebellum, joined with a coldness, flaccidity, and at last wasting of the parts” (Johnson). Hand. Those who give late, are importun’d each Day; And still are teaz’d, because they still delay. If e’er the Miser durst his Farthings spare, He thinly spreads them through the publick Square, Where, all beside the Rail, rang’drang’d: organized in a line. Beggars lie, And from each other catch the dolefuldoleful: sorrowful or querulous; also full of “dole,” deceitful, fraudulent. Cry;