"In what poor country have you been,
That through the city all the day
You nothing have contrived to glean!
See how your wallet folds and bends,
Well stuffed with wind and nought beside;
Accursed is he who e'er intends
As your companion to abide."
When reached the house wherein I dwell,
And that my wife can clearly spy
My bag behind me bulge and swell,