THE
EMPTY
PURSE
What
all
despise
,
and
all
agree
to
curse
,
I
view
with
pride
and
joy
,
an
Empty
Purse
.
When
it
was
full
,
so
was
my
heart
of
woe
,
I
knew
not
what
to
do
,
nor
where
to
go
.
I
would
be
gen'rous
,
but
I
long'd
for
dress
;
Appearing
great
,
I
made
myself
look
less
.
I
that
no
kindred
ever
dar'd
to
claim
;
Found
fifty
kind
relations
of
my
name
.
No
more
could
I
complain
of
friends
neglect
,
And
daring
falsehood
hung
around
my
neck
;
Amaz'd
I
cried
,
What
means
this
mighty
change
;
The
forward
fool
replied
,
'Tis
nothing
strange
.
Wretch
,
take
my
gold
,
I
said
,
my
greatest
curse
,
Leave
me
an
honest
heart
,
and
empty
purse
.