@3Villius@1 the welthy farmer left his heire, Twise twenty sterling pounds to spend by yeare; The neighbours praysen @3Villios@1 hide-bound sonne, And say it was a goodly portion; Not knowing how some Marchants dowre can rise, By sundaies tale to fiftie @3Centuries;@1 Or to weigh downe a leaden Bride with Gold; Worth all that @3Matho@1 bought, or @3Pontice@1 sold: But whiles ten pound goes to his wiues new gown, Nor little lesse can serue to sute his owne, Whiles one peece payes her idle wayting man, Or buyes an hoode, or siluer-handled Fanne, Or hires a @3Friezeland@1 Trotter halfe yarde deepe, To drag his Tumbrell through the staring Cheape; Or whiles he rideth with two liueries, And's treble rated at the Subsidies, One end a kennell keeps of thriftlesse hounds, What thinke yow rest's of all my younkers pounds, To diet him, or deale out at his doore, To cofer vp, or stocke his wasting store? If then I reckon'd right, it should appeare, That fourtie pounds serue not the Farmers heyre. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE. 6. IN THE CEMETERY by THOMAS HARDY A WOMAN'S ANSWER by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER BROADCAST by KATHARINE LEE BATES LOST LAUGHTER by MINNIE HALLOWELL BOWEN THE BAR VERSUS THE DOCKET by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |