Misery weighed by drachms and scruples <br />Is but scrawls on a vain page, <br />To cruel masters we are pupils, <br />Escape comes careless with old Age. <br /> <br />O why were stars so set in Heaven <br />To desire greedily as gluttons do; <br />Or children trinkets - May death make even <br />So rough an evil as we go through.<br /><br />Ivor Gurney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drachms-scruples/
