The homely whistle to sweet music's strain:
Seldom it comes, to few from heaven sent,
That much in little, all in naught—Content.
"Art Thou poor ... Art Thou rich."
The subject being riches, here from Hugh Rhodes, is a nourishing crumb or two of advice. Cautions the poem is called, and it may be found in the Book of Nurture:
He that spendeth much,
And getteth nought;
He that oweth much,
And hath nought;
He that looketh in his purse