The Poetical Writings of Fitz-Greene Halleck/Ode to Impudence

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The Poetical Works of Fitz-Greene Halleck
3278729The Poetical Works of Fitz-Greene Halleck — The CroakersFitz-Greene Halleck and Joseph Rodman Drake

ODE TO IMPUDENCE.

“Integer vitæ, scelerisque purus.”

Horace, Book I., Ode 22.

The man who wears a brazen face,
Quite à son aise his glass may quaff;
And whether in or out of place,
May twirl his stick, and laugh.
Useless to him the broad doubloon,
Red note, or dollar of the mill;
Though all his gold be in the moon,
His brass is current money still.

Thus, when my cash was at low water,
At Niblo’s I sat down to dine;
And after a tremendous slaughter
Among the wild-fowl and the wine,
The bill before mine eyes was placed—
When, slightly turning round my head,
Charge it,” cried I—the man amazed,
Stared, made his congé, and obeyed.

Oh! bear me to some forest thick,
Where wampumed Choctaws prowl alone,

Where ne’er was heard the name of tick,
And bankrupt laws are quite unknown;
Or to some shop, by bucks abhorred,
Where to the longing pauper’s sorrow,
The cursed inscription decks the board
Of “Pay to-day and trust to-morrow.”

Or plunge me in the dungeon-tower;
With bolts and turnkeys dim mine eyes;
While, called from death by Marshall’s power,
The ghosts of murdered debts arise!
The easy dupes I’ll wheedle still,
With looks of brass and words of honey;
And having scored a decent bill,
Pay off my impudence for money.

D.