A WEALTHY Cit, intent to buy Each picture rare that pleas'd his eye, Who would not, if a Claude were sold, Forego it for a mine of gold; On hearing at how dear a rate His friend had purchas'd an estate, Rebuk'd him thus: "What madness, say, Induc'd you such a sum to pay? Of land I know the market price, How could you without my advice?" "Why," quoth the other, "thus abuse me? Call it my picture, and excuse me." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PISGAH SIGHTS by ROBERT BROWNING TO PRIMROSES FILLED WITH MORNING DEW by ROBERT HERRICK ODE ON A GRECIAN URN by JOHN KEATS AGE IN YOUTH by TRUMBULL STICKNEY A FOREIGN TONGUE by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |