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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AVARICE, by JOSEPH BEAUMONT First Line: And truly yesterday / I did suspect as much: away Last Line: Midst monsters, thou must monster be. Subject(s): Greed; Avarice; Cupidity | |||
AND truly yesterday I did suspect as much: away Foule misgotten Elf, Thou cheat'st thy silly self In thinking I had any drift To favor thee by praising Thrift. 2 Hence odious Avarice, Thou mad & self-revenging Vice, Who dost no toyl refuse For that thou dar'st not use. Thrift onely gathers, Thou dost scrape, She to injoy, Thou but to keep. 3 Thou Jayler art, but She The Steward of her gold: with thee It rusts, with her it shines: Nor do its deepest Mines Smother & lock it up so fast As the vast gulph of thy dark chest. 4 For that dark chest of thine No pioner must hope to mine, Since thy Necessitie Cannot sufficient be To digg thy treasure thence; so deep Thou, to thy loss, thy gains dost keep. 5 Less doth the Thunders crack Than news of petty Charges, wake Thy wretched fears; & though All thy religion's how The best of money to possess, Thy Money never current is. 6 Some Beast or other is The embleme of each other Vice: But never Brute was yet So brutish as to get The world a copie of foule Thee: Midst Monsters, thou must Monster be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LA RONDE DU DIABLE by AMY LOWELL WITH MERCY FOR THE GREEDY by ANNE SEXTON MARIE MIGNOT by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM ENTERTAINMENT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT Γενεθλιακον by JOSEPH BEAUMONT Γενεθλιακον by JOSEPH BEAUMONT A CONCLUSORIE HUMNE TO THE SAME WEEK; & FOR MY FRIEND by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |
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