English poem
Epigrams, CLXXXVII (The man of “honor” pays his…)
by Ambrose Bierce (1842–1914)
The man of “honor” pays his bet By saving on his lawful debt. When he to Nature pays his dust (Not for he would, but for he must) Men say, “He settled that, ’tis true, But, faith, it long was overdue.”
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