“Time to put off the world and go somewhere

And find my health again in the sea air,”

Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,

“And make my soul before my pate is bare.—”

“And get a comfortable wife and house

To rid me of the devil in my shoes,”

Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,

“And the worse devil that is between my thighs.”

“And though I’d marry with a comely lass,

She need not be too comely—let it pass,”

Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,

“But there’s a devil in a looking-glass.”

“Nor should she be too rich, because the rich

Are driven by wealth as beggars by the itch,”

Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,

“And cannot have a humorous happy speech.”

“And there I’ll grow respected at my ease,

And hear amid the garden’s nightly peace.”

Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,

“The wind-blown clamour of the barnacle-geese.”