John Maxwell

“ X
From fancied ills, himself to save,
⁠he fondly does them clasp;
The nearer he draws to the grave,
⁠more eager is his grasp
XI
'Tis only when death points his dart,
⁠and strikes the fatal blow,
The miser with his wealth can part;
⁠he then must let it go
XII
But, O! what sorrows him surround,
⁠when parting with the store,
That heart then feels a painful wound
⁠which ne'er felt for the poor.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ Grasping at Meteors which they never seize.
When Reason sleeps, imaginations then,
Produce strange phantoms in the minds of men;
But tho' night dreams make us sometimes to quake,
The danger lies in dreaming while awake. ”

“ That vain Adulphus had mortgag'd his land.
He this had done, and got what he did need
To deck his bow'r, but still kept close the deed.
Likewise, to shew himself a prudent man,
He in his mind conceiv'd a singular plan ”