(THE LORD HIGH TREASURER) The Epigrammatical Petition of your Lordship's most humble servant, I'M no more to converse with the swains, But go where fine people resort; One can live without money on plains, But never without it at court. Yet if when with swains I did gambol, I array'd me in silver and blue, When abroad and in courts I shall ramble, Pray, my Lord, how much money will do? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SLANTS AT BUFFALO, NEW YORK by CARL SANDBURG EASTER HYMN by GEORGE SANTAYANA HEATHER ALE: A GALLOWAY LEGEND by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TWO ARGOSIES (ANTONIO'S AND SHAKESPEARE'S) by WALLACE BRUCE A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 16 by THOMAS CAMPION SONG AND CRY OF A SOLDIER IN THE LINES by ALBERT EDWARD CLEMENTS |