Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

The Four Points - Poem by Rudyard Kipling

Thomas Tusser

Ere stopping or turning, to put forth a hande
Is a charm that thy daies may be long in the land.

Though seventy-times-seven thee Fortune befriend,
O'ertaking at corners is Death in the end.

Sith main-roads for side-roads care nothing, have care
Both to slow and to blow when thou interest there.

Drink as thou canst hold it, but after is best;
For Drink with men's Driving makes Crowners to Quest.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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