Classic Poem

The worst of ills, and hardest to endure,
Past hope, past cure,
Is Penury, who, with her sister-mate
Disorder, soon brings down the loftiest state,
And makes it desolate.
This truth the sage of Sparta told,
Aristodemus old, —
" Wealth makes the man. " On him that's poor
Proud Worth looks down, and Honor shuts the door.