Barnabe Googe

(1540-1594 / England)

Of Money - Poem by Barnabe Googe

Give money me, take friendship whoso list,
For friends are gone, come once adversity,
When money yet remaineth safe in chest,
That quickly can thee bring from misery;
Fair face show friends when riches do abound;
Come time of proof, farewell, they must away;
Believe me well, they are not to be found
If God but send thee once a lowering day.
Gold never starts aside, but in distress,
Finds ways enough to ease thine heaviness.

Comments about Of Money by Barnabe Googe

  • Elizabeth Bloomfield (5/16/2016 10:38:00 PM)

    It's sad how money can controls us. (Report) Reply

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  • Folorunso Oladipo Daniel (12/14/2015 1:28:00 AM)

    I think this poem brings back to mind the life and how the people react to the well known person (rich) in the society. nice work. (Report) Reply

  • Edgar Stevens (8/24/2015 1:56:00 AM)

    money is not valuable as people think... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 23, 2010

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