WITH an honest old friend and a merry old song, And a flask of old port, let me sit the night long, And laugh at the malice of those who repine That they must swig porter while I can drink wine. I envy no mortal tho' ever so great, Nor scorn I a wretch for his lowly estate; But what I abhor and esteem as a curse Is poorness of Spirit, not poorness in Purse. Then dare to be generous, dauntless, and gay, Let's merrily pass life's remainder away; Upheld by our friends, we our foes may despise, For the more we are envied, the higher we rise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIRELIGHT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SONNET: 36 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PRAYER OF AN UNEMPLOYED MAN by W. C. ACKERLY A DESCRIPTION OF LONDON by JOHN BANCKS LIFE AND YOU by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN |