READING ends in melancholy; Wine breeds vices and diseases; Wealth is but care, and love but folly; Only friendship truly pleases. My wealth, my books, my flask, my Molly, Farewell all, if friendship ceases. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 5 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) FIAMMETTA: SONNET. OF HIS LAST SIGHT OF FIAMMETTA by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO THE FABRIC by GAMALIEL BRADFORD CHARADES: 4 by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY LETTER FROM MEXICO by EDOUARD JOACHIM CORBIERE |