And daily, as each treasure went,
He sighed to find the state of things
Grow less and less convenient.
Weeks grew to months, and months to years:
Peter was worn to skin and bone:
And once he even said, with tears,
‘Remember, Paul, that promised Loan!’
Said Paul ‘I’ll lend you, when I can,
All the spare money I have got—
Ah, Peter, you’re a happy man!