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Don't Run in Debt
Don’t run in debt: never mind, never mind,If your clothes are faded and torn:
Mend them up, make them do; it is better by far, Than to have the heart weary and worn.
Who’ll love you more for the shape of your hat, Or your ruff or the tie of your shoe,
The cut of your vest or your boots, or gravat, If they know you’re in debt for the new?
There’s no comfort, I tell you in walking the street In fine clothes, if you know you are in debt,
And feel that, perchance you, some tradesman may meet Who will sneer- “They’re not paid for yet”
Good friends, let me beg of you don’t run in debt; If the chairs and sofas are old
They will fit your back better than any new set Unless they are paid for – with gold.
If the house is too small, draw closer together Keep it warm with a hearty good-will
A big one unpaid for, in all kinds of weather, Will send your warm heart a chill.
Don’t run in debt – now dear girls, take the hint, If the fashions have changed since last season,
Old nature is out in the very same tint, And old nature, we think, has some reason.
But just say to your friend, that you can’t afford, To spend time to keep up with the fashion;
That you’re purse is too light, and your honour too bright, To be tarnished with silly passion.
Men, don’t run in debt – let your friend if they can, Have five houses, and feathers and flowers;
But unless they are paid for, be more of a man,Than to envy their sunshiny hours.
If you’ve the money to spare, I have nothing to say, Spend your silver and gold as you please;
But mind you, the man who his bill has to pay, Is the man who is never at ease
Kind husbands, don’t run into debt any more; ‘Twill fill your wives’ cup full of sorry
To know that a neighbour may call at your door With a claim you must settle tomorrow,
Oh! Take my advice – it is good, it is true But, lest you say some of you doubt it
I’ll whisper a secret now, seeing ‘tis you- I have tried it, and know all about it.
The chain of the debtor is heavy and cold, It’s links all corrosion and rust:
Gild it over if you will, it is never gold, Then spurn it aside with disgust
Author Unknown
Extract from the One and a half millionth copy of
“Enquire within upon Everything “
published in 1899
"Take care of the pennies and the pounds will take care of themselves." As Granny used to say.
Just another wise tip from the Wise Old Owl in the Management of your Florist Studio. EflowersAlive......Ron
Edited by: EFlowersAlive
