Classic Poem

Of Prodigals a rude and roisting Train,
Like Bees in Hives, swarm thro' the neighb'ring Cells;
Thick, as the Sands on Africk 's Sun-beat Plain,
Or Billows, when the Wind-rouz'd Ocean swells:
With wild Profusion these consume their Store,
And rack Invention, lab'ring to be poor.