Ere you dissipate a quarter Do you scrutinize it twice? Have you ceased to look on water- Drinking as a nauseous vice? Do you wear your brother's breeches, Though the buttons scarcely meet? Does the vanity of riches Form no part of your conceit? I am with you, fellow pauper! Let us share our scanty crust— Burst the bonds of fiscal torpor— Go where beer is sold on trust! Let us, freed from @3res angustae@1, Seek some fair Utopian mead Where the throat is never dusty, And tobacco grows, a weed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE CLOSED GATE OF JUSTICE by JAMES DAVID CORROTHERS THE TWO OLD BACHELORS by EDWARD LEAR TO MY FRIEND MR. THOMAS FLATMAN, ON THE PUBLISHING OF THESE HIS POEMS by FRANCIS BARNARD (D. 1698) THE LAUGHING WOMAN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE WORLD'S DESIRE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 43. FAREWELL TO JULIET (5) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE CHRISTENING by AMY SHERMAN BRIDGMAN |