Want Of Prudence Is Too

The Whitewash'd Wall, The Nicely Sanded Floor, The Varnish'd Clock That Click'd Behind The Door; The Chest, Contriv'd A Double Debt To Pay,- A Bed By Night, A Chest Of Drawers By Day.

I Have Visited Many Countries, And Have Been In Cities Without Number, Yet Never Did I Enter A Town Which Could Not Produce Ten Or Twelve Little Great Men; All Fancying Themselves Known To The Rest Of The World, And Complimenting Each Other Upon Their Extensive Reputation.

Pride In Their Port, Defiance In Their Eye, I See The Lords Of Humankind Pass By.

The Ambitious Are Forever Followed By Adulation For They Receive The Most Pleasure From Flattery.

O Luxury! Thou Curst By Heaven's Decree!