Triplets Upon Avarice

As misers their own laws enjoin
To wear no pockets in the mine,
For fear they should the ore purloin:

So he that toils and labours hard
To gain, and what he gets has spar'd,
Is from the use of all debarr'd.

And though he can produce more spankers
Than all the usurers and bankers,
Yet after more and more he hankers;

And after all his pains are done,
Has nothing he can call his own,
But a mere livelihood alone.
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