Clarastella | ||
To spend-fast a Gamster.
The famous Lers of Belestat that flowsAnd for four months doth ebb each hower, shows
What tides thy wavering fortune bears, whilst you
By play wax rich, and wain as often too.
But Spend-fast this hath a full Sea to feed
It's thirstie current when it stands in need:
You han't an Ocean of wealth I think,
When all your bags grow drie to make them drink.
Clarastella | ||