THE fools that are wealthy are sure of a bride; For riches like raiment their nakedness hide; The slave that is needy must starve all his life, In a bachelor's plight, without mistress or wife. In good days of yore they ne'er troubled their heads In settling of jointures, or making of deeds; But Adam and Eve when they first entered course, E'en took one another for better or worse. Then prithee, dear Chloe, ne'er aim to be great. Let love be the jointure, don't mind the estate; You can never be poor who have all of these charms; And I shall be rich when I've you in my arms. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAESAR'S LOST TRANSPORT SHIPS by ROBERT FROST EVENTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PRIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GHOSTS OF THE OLD YEAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CHARLOTTE CORDAY (REVOLUTIONARY TRIBUNAL, JULY 17, 1793) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |