Author Jacob Hilderbrand In Anno Twenty , it is clear, You lost Twelve Hundred Pounds a Year: You still have left Twelve Hundred more. Yet Irus , who was born to none, And found the Means to get but One , Is rich , and blest , you sad , and poor . 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