Expenses Exhaust.

Goes the world now, it will with thee go hard:
The fattest hogs we grease the more with lard.
To him that has, there shall be added more;
Who is penurious, he shall still be poor.

Let's live with that small pittance that we have;
Who covets more, is evermore a slave.

Let's live in haste; use pleasures while we may;
Could life return, 'twould never lose a day.

I am of all bereft,
Save but some few beans left,
Whereof, at last, to make
For me and mine a cake,
Which eaten, they and I
Will say our grace, and die.

Love is maintain'd by wealth; when all is spent,
Adversity then breeds the discontent.

Who with a little cannot be content,
Endures an everlasting punishment.