Here is buried a Miser: Had he been wiser, He would not have gone bare Where Heaven's garmented are. He'd have spent him a penny To buy a Wax Taper; And of Water a sprinkle To quiet a poor Sleeper. He'd have cried on his soul, 'O my Soul, moth & rust! -- What treasure shall profit thee When thou art dust?' @3'Mene, Tekel, Upharsin!'@1 God grant, in those Scales, His Mercy avail us When all Earth's else fails! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE TRAGEDY OF VALENTINIAN: THE POWER OF LOVE by JOHN FLETCHER NATURE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW BALLAD OF HECTOR IN HADES by EDWIN MUIR PSALM OF THOSE WHO GO FORTH BEFORE DAYLIGHT by CARL SANDBURG OLD ETCHINGS by MARGIE B. BOSWELL THE REED by AUDREY ALEXANDRA BROWN THE SHEPHERD'S PIPE: FIRST ECLOGUE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |