Poem by Thomas Moore

A Speculation

Of all speculations the market holds forth, 
      The best that I know for a lover of pelf, 
Is to buy Marcus up, at the price he is worth, 
      And then sell him at that which he sets on himself. 

1. To-Day, Dearest! Is Ours
2. Oft, When the Watching Stars Grow Pale
3. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 24
4. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 60
5. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 69

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