Samuel Johnson. 1709–1784

 One-and-Twenty
  


LONG-EXPECTED one-and-twenty,
 
  Ling'ring year, at length is flown:
 
Pride and pleasure, pomp and plenty,
 
  Great . . . . . . ., are now your own.
 
 
Loosen'd from the minor's tether,
       
  Free to mortgage or to sell,
 
Wild as wind, and light as feather,
 
  Bid the sons of thrift farewell.
 
 
Call the Betsies, Kates, and Jennies,
 
  All the names that banish care;
  
Lavish of your grandsire's guineas,
 
  Show the spirit of an heir.
 
 
All that prey on vice and folly
 
  Joy to see their quarry fly:
 
There the gamester, light and jolly,

  There the lender, grave and sly.
 
 
Wealth, my lad, was made to wander,
 
  Let it wander as it will;
 
Call the jockey, call the pander,
 
  Bid them come and take their fill.

 
When the bonny blade carouses,
 
  Pockets full, and spirits high—
 
What are acres? What are houses?
 
  Only dirt, or wet or dry.
 
 
Should the guardian friend or mother
  
  Tell the woes of wilful waste,
 
Scorn their counsel, scorn their pother;—
 
  You can hang or drown at last!
 
 
From:  Eighteenth-Century E-Texts

Samuel Johnson (1709-1784) - Byname Dr. Johnson