This boast 'if I were you' I abhor.
This gloating, wiser than wise
As guest to what greetings, unborn
A monied face will adorn.
Would you, mockingly, tempt me out of
A treasure, more honest won?
For there's its morrow, invested in
But whose gold, everlasting.
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