From That High Mount Of God Whence

And The Earth Self-balanced On Her Centre Hung.

There Swift Return Diurnal, Merely To Officiate Light Round This Opacous Earth, This Punctual Spot.

True It Is That Covetousness Is Rich, Modesty Starves.

Law Can Discover Sin, But Not Remove, Save By Those Shadowy Expiations Weak.

Wealth And Honours, Which Most Men Pursue, Easily Change Masters; They Desert To The Side Which Excels In Virtue, Industry, And Endurance Of Toil, And They Abandon The Slothful.