I'D have you use a wise philosophy, In this, as in all matters, whereupon Judgment may freely act; truth ever lies Between extremes; avoid the spend-thrift's folly As you'd avoid the road of utter ruin; For wealth, or at the least, fair competence, Is honor, comfort, hope, and self-respect; All, in a word, that makes our human life Endurable, if not happy: scorn the cant Of sentimental Dives, wrapped in purple, Who over jewelled wine-cups and rich fare, Affects to flout his gold, and prattles loosely Of sweet content that's found in poverty: As for the miser, he's a madman simply, One who the means of all enjoyment holds, Yet never dares enjoy: no, no, Anselmo, Use with a prudent, but still liberal hand That store the gods have given you; thus, my friend, 'Twixt the Charybdis of a churlish meanness, And the swift Scylla of improvident waste, You'll steer your bark o'er smooth, innocuous seas, And reach at last a peaceful anchorage. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ILKA BLADE O' GRASS KEPS ITS AIN DRAP O' DEW by JAMES BALLANTYNE WORK by ALEKSANDR SERGEYEVICH PUSHKIN THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 83. BARREN SPRING by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI IDYLLS OF THE KING: GUINEVERE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE VISION OF SIN by ALFRED TENNYSON HUMAN FLIES by KATHARINE ADAMS DANS LA BOHEME by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |