ART sure th'ast given so much to the Poor? Was't not thy meaning to bestow Part on thine own Vain-glory? Never score Up that on Gods account, which thou Spendst on the Devil; nor make Charitie Hell purveyor, who should Heavns steward be. 2 I'l not inquire thorough what trumpets throat Thou spak'st the prologue to thy Gift; Nor in what carefull pomp thou gav'st thy groat; Nor what a hard & piteous shift Thou mad'st to let Spectators know that thou Didst three weeks since another groat bestow. 3 Indeed no such intelligence; for I By Palmestrie can read it plain: Thy right hand to thy left did it descry, And now thy left tells tales again. What canst thou answer, who dost guilty stand By the cleer evidence of thine own hand? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT LULWORTH COVE A CENTURY BACK by THOMAS HARDY VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1885 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI WINTER MOUNTAIN by MARIANA BACHMAN TO ---- ----. (2) by MARY BRYAN GRACE AFTER MEAT (3) by ROBERT BURNS UPON YE SIGHT OF MY ABORTIVE BIRTH YE 31TH: OF DECEMBER 1657 by MARY CAREY |