 Wealth, my lad, was made to wander, Let it wander as it will; Call the jockey, call the pander, Bid them come and take their fill. When the bonny blade carouses, Pockets full, and spirits high — What are acres? What are houses? Only dirt, or wet or...  The European Magazine, and London Review - Page 511800Full view - About this book
 | Jan Veldkamp - Authors, English - 1923 - 132 pages
...lines of Dr Johnson on which he perhaps drew: Wealth, my lad, was made to wander, Let it wander where it will; Call the jockey, call the pander, Bid them come and take their fill. Should the guardian friend or mother Tell the woes of wilful waste, Scorn the counsel, scorn... | |
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