THE man on whom virtue smiles is blest, He is lost who neglects her instructions; Poor youth that I am, I am ruin'd By evil companions' seductions. For cards and dice soon dispossess'd My pockets of all their money; At first the maidens consoled me With smiles as luscious as honey. But when they had fuddled with wine their guest, And torn my garments, straightway (Poor youth that I am) they seized me, And bundled me out at the gateway. On waking after a bad night's rest, -- Sad end to all my ambition! -- Poor youth that I am, I was filling At Cassel a sentry's position. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A NOCTURNAL REVERIE by ANNE FINCH THE NAME OF JESUS by JOHN NEWTON THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 21 by OMAR KHAYYAM ENTERTAINMENT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT LULLABY by FRED EMERSON BROOKS ON A PIECE OF UNWROUGHT PIPECLAY by JOHN FREDERICK BRYANT AN EMPTY SADDLE by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE FRIAR'S PROLOGUE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |