You have outrun your fortune; I blame you not, that you would be a beggar; Each to his taste! But I do charge you, sir, That, being beggar'd, you would coin false moneys Out of that crucible call'd DEBT. To live On means not yours; be brave in silks and laces, Gallant in steeds, splendid in banquets; all Not @3yours@1, ungiven, uninherited, unpaid for; @3This@1 is to be a trickster, and to filch Men's art and labour which to them is wealth, Life, daily bread; quitting all scores with, "Friend, You're troublesome!" Why this, forgive me, Is what, when done with a less dainty grace, Plain folks call "@3Theft!@1" You own eight thousand pistoles, Minus one crown, two liards! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRAVE OLD OAK by HENRY FOTHERGILL CHORLEY SPIRITS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SHE WAS A BEAUTY by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER MY MOTHER'S HANDS by ANNA MIKESELL BYERS THE FAIRY THRALL by MAY (MARY) CLARISSA GILLINGTON BYRON |