The old story

Like many a one, when you had gold

Love met you smiling, we are told;

But now that all your gold is gone,

Love leaves you hungry and alone.

And women, who have called you more

Sweet names than ever were before,

Will ask another now to tell

What man you are and where you dwell.

Was ever anyone but you

So long in learning what is true?

Must you find only at the end

That who has nothing has no friend?