This section is from the book "Hill's Manual Of Social And Business Forms: A Guide To Correct Writing", by Thos. E. Hill. Also available from Amazon: Hill's Manual Of Social And Business Forms: The How-To-Do-Everything Book Of Victorian America.
BY CHARLES MACKAY
CLEON hath a million acres,
Ne'er a one have I; Cleon dwelleth in a palace,
In a cottage, I; Cleon hath a dozen fortunes,
Not a penny, I; Yet the poorer of the twain is
Cleon,and not I.
Cleon, true, possesseth acres,
But the landscape, I; Half the charms to me it yieldeth,
Money cannot buy; Cleon harbors sloth and dullness,
Freshening vigor, I; He in velvet, I in fustian,
Richer man am I.
Cleon is a slave to grandeur,
Free as thought am I; Cleon fees a score of doctors,
Need of none have I; Wealth-surrounded, care-environed,
Cleon fears to die; Death may come, he'll find me ready,
Happier man am I.
Cleon sees no charm in nature,
In a daisy, I; Cleon hears no anthems ringing
In the sea and sky; Nature sings to me forever,
Earnest listener, I; State for state, with all attendants,
Who would change? - Not I.