Shall pay for things that he has not.

If beggars’ rags were cash, you’d see

No longer any beggary;

In short, there’d be no poverty.”

“A splendid scheme,” quoth I; “but stay!

What of the nation’s credit, pray?”

“Ha-ha! ho-ho!” he loudly roared.

“We’ll leave that problem to the Lord.

And if He fails to keep us straight

Once more we’ll have to legislate,

And so create,

Confounding greed,

As much of credit as we need.”

ONE OF THE NAMELESS GREAT

I knew a man who died in days of yore,

I knew

To whom no monument is like to rise;

And yet there never lived a mortal more

Deserving of a shaft to pierce the skies.

His chiefest wish strong friendships was to make;

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