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Beggar to Beggar Cried
| ‘Time to put off the world and go somewhere | | And find my health again in the sea air,’ | | Beggar to beggar
cried, being frenzy-struck, | | ‘And make my soul before my pate is bare.’ | | | | | | ‘And get a comfortable wife and
house | | To rid me of the devil in my shoes,’ | | Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck, | | ‘And the worse
devil that is between my thighs.’ | | | | | | ‘And though I’d marry with a comely lass, | | She need not be too comely—let
it pass,’ | | Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck, | | ‘But there’s a devil in a looking-glass.’ | | | | | | ‘Nor should
she be too rich, because the rich | | Are driven by wealth as beggars by the itch,’ | | Beggar to beggar cried,
being frenzy-struck, | | ‘And cannot have a humorous happy speech.’ | | | | | | ‘And there I’ll grow respected at my
ease, | | And hear amid the garden’s nightly peace,’ | | Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck, | | ‘The wind-
blown clamour of the barnacle-geese.’ |
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