This mournful truth is ev’ry where confess’d,
SLOW RISES WORTH, BY POVERTY DEPRESS’D:
But here more slow, where all are slaves to gold,
Where looks are merchandise, and smiles are sold.

Samuel Johnson (1709-1784) English writer, lexicographer, critic

Poem (1738), “London: A Poem,” ll. 176-179
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