RICHES.
Labour not to be rich: cease from thine own wisdom.
Wilt thou set thine eyes upon that which is not? for riches certainly make themselves wings; they fly away as an eagle toward heaven.—Proverbs, xxiii. 4, 5.
How hardly shall they that have riches enter into the kingdom of God.—Mark, x. 23.
For ye know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that, though he was rich, yet for your sakes he became poor, that ye through his poverty might be rich.—II. Corinthians, viii. 9.
High-built abundance, heap on heap! for what?
To breed new wants, and beggar us the more;
Then make a richer scramble for the throng,
Soon as this feeble pulse, which leaps so long,
Almost by miracle, is tired of play.
Young.
All flesh is grass, and all its glory fades
Like the fair flower, dishevelled in the wind;
Riches have wings, and grandeur is a dream.
Cowper.
Nor riches boast intrinsic worth,
Their charms at best superior earth:
These oft the heaven-born mind enslave,
And make an honest man a knave.
“Wealth cures my wants,” the miser cries.
Be not deceived—the miser lies:
One want he has, with all his store,
That worst of wants—the want of more.
Cotton.
My soul, with all thy weakened powers
Survey the heavenly prize!
Nor let these glittering toys of earth
Allure thy wandering eyes.
The joys and treasures of a day
I cheerfully resign;
Rich in that large, immortal store,
Secured by grace divine.
Doddridge.
Riches are akin
To fear, to change, to cowardice, and death.
Wordsworth.