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 WILLIAM HENRY DA VIES

��927 Money

rHEN I had money, money, CM I knew no joy till I went poor; For many a false man as a friend Came knocking all day at my door.

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��Then felt I like a child that holds A trumpet that he mubt not blow

Because a man ib dead, I dared

Not speak to let thib falbc world know.

Much have I thought of life, and seen How poor men's hearts are ever light;

And how their wives do hum like bees About their work from morn till night.

So, when I hear these poor ones laugh, And see the rich ones coldly frown

Poor men, think I, need not go up

So much as rich men should come down.

When I had money, money, O'

My many friend^ proved all untrue;

But now I have no money, O^

My friends arc real, though very few.

��928 Leisure

rHAT is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare?

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��No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows:

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