Here is buried a Miser: Had he been wiser, He would not have gone bare Where Heaven's garmented are. He'd have spent him a penny To buy a Wax Taper; And of Water a sprinkle To quiet a poor Sleeper. He'd have cried on his soul, 'O my Soul, moth & rust! -- What treasure shall profit thee When thou art dust?' @3'Mene, Tekel, Upharsin!'@1 God grant, in those Scales, His Mercy avail us When all Earth's else fails! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOMEN MEN'S SHADOWS by BEN JONSON SONNET: FOR INSPIRATION by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI PASA THALASSA THALASSA by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON COMPOSED BY THE SIDE OF GRASMERE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH NIGHTINGALE AND CUCKOO by ALFRED AUSTIN HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 39 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |