 | Poems by Robert Gomersall |  |
Why then doe trifling miseries so grate
Our minds, and make us more unfortunate
Then heav'n intended? if out of a summe
Of mony (not so rich as troublesome
By the large roome, it occupies,) some one
Willing to teach us moderation,
Nibble a little, how we fret! we rave!
How for our treasure we distraction have!
As if we did beleeve (to say no more)
Heav'n had the onely powre to make us poore.
Our minds, and make us more unfortunate
Then heav'n intended? if out of a summe
Of mony (not so rich as troublesome
By the large roome, it occupies,) some one
Willing to teach us moderation,
Nibble a little, how we fret! we rave!
How for our treasure we distraction have!
As if we did beleeve (to say no more)
Heav'n had the onely powre to make us poore.
| Poems by Robert Gomersall | |