wretched workhouse men are left to perish,For want of proper cordials, which their old age might cherish. In a costly palace Youth enjoys his lust; In a wretched workhouse Age, in corners thrust, Thinks upon the former days, when he was well to do,Had children to stand by him, both friends and… … POETRY FOR CHILDREN 53 In peace, as in war, tis our young gallants prideTo walk, each one i the streets, with a rapier by his side, That none to do them injury may have pretence;Wretched Age, in poverty, must brook offence.
Children's poetry, English
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