A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations / Consisting of Choice Passages from the Sacred Poetry of All Ages and Countries, Classified and Arranged, for Facility of Reference, Under Subject Headings; Illustrated by Striking Passages from Scripture, and Forming Altogether a Complete Book of Devotional Poetry.

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’Tis a sharper, who stakes his penury

Against thy plenty—who takes thy ready cash,

And pays thee nought but wishes, hopes, and promises,

The currency of idiots—injurious bankrupt,

That gulls the easy creditor!—To-morrow!

It is a period nowhere to be found

In all the hoary registers of Time,

Unless perchance in the fool’s calender.

Wisdom disclaims the word, nor holds society

With those who own it. No, my Horatio,