Who is worse? The tempter or the sinner?
The expensive dinner
Bought by a man, for a girl young enough to be his daughter.
Common sense flung
Aside,
Along with his pride.
As a lamb to the slaughter
He traverses a path
That would make a cat laugh.

And what of the girl, who does strive
To keep alive?
(Though in the west,
One must confess
That it is more likely to be her “need”
For a new dress
That does her greed
Drive).

The tomb is ever near.
Perhaps it is this thought most drear
That leads a man, in later life,
To take to mistress or wife
A girl who will still
The fear that he is growing old
Though the charms
Of youthful arms, bought with gold
Can not a man save
from the cold grave.