Classic Poem

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My dear George, my end is nearing,
But I 'd give you ere I go
Some instructions worth your hearing,
Since to me your birth you owe.

When you 're cold, my boy, go warm you;
When you 've food and appetite,
Eat; come in, when rain would harm you;
When the sun shines, quench your light.
If you 're pressed for time, then hurry;
And if you 're tired, straightway stop.
If you 're sleepy, rest from worry;
When you 've slept it off, get up.
Is your house no longer cheery,
Pack your coffers and begone;
If with travel you grow weary,
Why — go home again, my son.
Flee the danger that affrights you,
Take what joys the fates may send;
Live as long as life delights you,
Die, as I do, at the end.

By these principles directed
You may pass through life in bliss.
Thousands — take it not amiss! —
Live and are by all respected
With no greater art than this.