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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Now the New Year, reviving last Year's Debt, The Thoughtful Fisher casteth wide his Net; So I with begging Dish and ready Tongue Assail all Men for all that I can get. Imports indeed are gone with all their Dues -- Lo! Salt a Lever that I dare not use, Nor may I ask the Tillers in Bengal -- Surely my Kith and Kin will not refuse! Pay -- and I promise by the Dust of Spring, Retrenchment. If my promises can bring Comfort, Ye have Them now a thousandfold -- By Allah! I will promise Anything! Indeed, indeed, Retrenchment oft before I sore -- but did I mean it when I swore? And then, and then, We wandered to the Hills, And so the Little Less became Much More. Whether a Boileaugunge or Babylon, I know not how the wretched Thing is done, The Items of Receipt grow surely small; The Items of Expense mount one by one. I cannot help it. What have I to do With One and Five, or Four, or Three, or Two? Let Scribes spit Blood and Sulphur as they please, Or Statesmen call me foolish -- Heed not you. Behold, I promise -- Anything You will. Behold, I greet you with an empty Till -- Ah! Fellow-Sinners, of your Charity Seek not the Reason of the Dearth, but fill. For if I sinned and fell, where lies the Gain Of Knowledge? Would it ease you of your Pain To know the tangled Threads of Revenue, I ravel deeper in a hopeless Skein? "Who hath not Prudence" -- what was it I said, Of Her who paints her Eyes and tires Her Head, And gibes and mocks and People in the Street, And fawns upon them for Her thriftless Bread? Accursed is She of Eve's daughters -- She Hath cast off Prudence, and Her End shall be Destruction . . . Brethren, of your Bounty Some portion of your daily Bread to Me.
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