Epigram XX. To Momus

Thou call'st me begger, Momus, and dost tell
I must not triumph so, nor so much swell,
Because I have but little; and yet that
Is not my own, but other Mens Estate:
Why shouldst thou thus upbraid me with my want?
Must I be blam'd because my fortunes scant?
I'm honest still; thou liv'st by theft alone;
Between us two the difference is none;
For both of us on others bread do dine;
Only thou steal'st thy meat, I beg for mine.