Author J. A. Pott The most luxurious baths on earth, Rich marbles to recline on, And then a wretched florin's worth Is all I got to dine on! Ah, give me Lupus' dingy den; 'Tis little consolation To bathe in luxury ā and then To perish of starvation. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments