Fifty-three

If I had any learning
Of a highway wide and fit,
Would I lose it at each turning?
Yet look at people spurning
Natural use of it!

See how fine the palaces
And see how poor the farms,
How bare the peasants' granaries
While the gentry wear embroideries
Hiding sharpened arms.

And the more they have, the more they seize,
How can such people live
Who never hunger, never thirst,
Having far more possessions than uses!

There are other brigands, but these are the worst
Of the highway's harms.