A dog starved at his master's gate, Predicts the ruin of the state

The whore and gambler, by the state Licensed, build the nation's fate

Prostrate the beauteous ruin lies; and all That shared its shelter, perish in its fall.

Starved

Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.

But though you’d never starve your body to wasting and still expect to go on, you starve your heart, yet act as though you can still draw on it forever without the debt ever coming due. If you fall—when you fall, you’re going to fall like a starving man.