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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THRIFT, by JOSEPH BEAUMONT First Line: Say not, tis base to spare Last Line: Thy fancy weens,) who best knows how to spare. Subject(s): Thrift | |||
SAY not, Tis base to spare, Unless thou knew'st what spareing were. Hadst that been thy forefather's minde More reason thou wouldst finde To rayle on Spending: but thy scorn thou now On thine own Prides Foundation doth throw. 2 Is't base? bold Prodigal, Know'st thou whom heer thou dost miscall? Dares thy contemptuous Censure fling Basenes on Bounties King? He, noblest He, his own miraculous Gift Was not ashamed to seal up with Thrift. 3 When he had thousands fed, He set on every bit of bread His saving care: Let nothing be Squanderd & lost, sayd He, But up with every crumb: yea though his word To all the World a banquet could afford. 4 Will thy estate hold out As well as his, that thou shouldst flout The thought of Sparing? or wouldst thou More generousnes show Than God himself? Ah fool, yf thou wouldst be Noble indeed, thy Copy must be He. 5 'Tis thine who findst the fault With Thrift; for Thrift is Bounties Salt, Which from corrupting keeps it free, And makst it lasting be. Belev't, he best knows how to spend (whate'r Thy fancy weens,) who best knows how to spare. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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