Misfortune is a darling, ever <br />Most faithful to the minstrel race; <br />Let low-bred wretches shun them, never <br />Yet acted she a part so base. <br /> <br />True, oft by her the bard discovers <br />He's stript of all he once possest; <br />But then, just like your sculpture-lovers, <br />She likes her idols naked, best.<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-darling/
