WHO reade a chapter when they rise, Shall ne'ere be troubled with ill eyes. A poor mans rod, when thou dost ride, Is both a weapon and a guide. Who shuts his hand, hath lost his gold: Who opens it, hath it twice told. Who goes to bed, and doth not pray, Maketh two nights to ev'ry day. Who by aspersions throw a stone At th' head of others, hit their own. Who looks on ground with humble eyes, Findes himself there, and tries to rise. When th' hair is sweet through pride or lust, The powder doth forget the dust. Take one from ten, and what remains? Ten still, if sermons go for gains. In shallow waters heav'n doth show; But who drinks on, to hell may go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NURSING HOME: THE VISIT by KAREN SWENSON VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 4. CAPRI by SARA TEASDALE A FAREWELL TO FOLLY: CONTENT by ROBERT GREENE VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS by GREGORY I SESTINA OF THE TRAMP ROYAL by RUDYARD KIPLING |