I went to knock at Riches' door;
They threw me a farthing the threshold o'er.

To the door of Love did I then repair —
But fifteen others already were there.

To Honor's castle I took my flight —
They opened to none but to belted knight.

The house of Labor I sought to win —
But I heard a wailing sound within.

To the house of Content I sought the way —
But none could tell me where it lay.

One quiet house I yet could name,
Where last of all, I'll admittance claim;

Many the guests that have knocked before,
But still — in the grave — there's room for more.