A WEALTHY Cit, intent to buy Each picture rare that pleas'd his eye, Who would not, if a Claude were sold, Forego it for a mine of gold; On hearing at how dear a rate His friend had purchas'd an estate, Rebuk'd him thus: "What madness, say, Induc'd you such a sum to pay? Of land I know the market price, How could you without my advice?" "Why," quoth the other, "thus abuse me? Call it my picture, and excuse me." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EASTER HYMN by GEORGE SANTAYANA ROBERT OF LINCOLN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT HENRY PURCELL by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 22 by OMAR KHAYYAM APPARITIONS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |