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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355157" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Ballad</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355157" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In a costly palace Youth goes clad in gold;<br>In a wretched workhouse Age's limbs are cold:<br>There they sit, the old men by a shivering fire,<br>Still close and closer cowering, warmth is their desire.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355157" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In a costly palace, when the brave gallants dine,<br>They have store of good venison, with old canary wine,<br>With singing and music to heighten the cheer;<br>Coarse bits, with grudging, are the pauper's best fare.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355157" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In a costly palace Youth is still carest<br>By a train of attendants which laugh at my young Lord's jest;<br>In a wretched workhouse the contrary prevails:<br>Does Age begin to prattle?-no man heark'neth to his tales.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355157" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In a costly palace if the child with a pin<br>Do but chance to prick a finger, straight the doctor is called in;<br>In a wretched workhouse men are left to perish<br>For want of proper cordials, which their old age might cherish.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355157" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In a costly palace Youth enjoys his lust;<br>In a wretched workhouse Age, in corners thrust,<br>Think upon the former days, when he was well to do,<br>Had children to stand by him, both friends and kinsmen too.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355157" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In a costly palace Youth his temples hides<br>With a new devised peruke that reaches to his sides;<br>In a wretched workhouse Age's crown is bare,<br>With a few thin locks just to fence out the cold air.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355157" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In peace, as in war, 'tis our young gallants' pride,<br>To walk, each one i' the streets, with a rapier by his side,<br>That none to do them injury may have pretence;<br>Wretched Age, in poverty, must brook offence.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Charles+Lamb">Charles Lamb</a></strong></div>