Beggar To Beggar Cried

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 Id marry with a comely lass,     She need not be too comely, let it pass,     Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,     But theres 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 Ill grow respected at my ease,     And hear amid the gardens nightly peace,     Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,     The wind-blown clamour of the barnacle-geese.