WILLIAM HENRY DA VIES
��927 Money
rHEN I had money, money, CM I knew no joy till I went poor; For many a false man as a friend Came knocking all day at my door.
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��Then felt I like a child that holds A trumpet that he mubt not blow
Because a man ib dead, I dared
Not speak to let thib falbc world know.
Much have I thought of life, and seen How poor men's hearts are ever light;
And how their wives do hum like bees About their work from morn till night.
So, when I hear these poor ones laugh, And see the rich ones coldly frown
Poor men, think I, need not go up
So much as rich men should come down.
When I had money, money, O'
My many friend^ proved all untrue;
But now I have no money, O^
My friends arc real, though very few.
��928 Leisure
rHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?
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��No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows:
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