Were man to perish when most fit to live, 438
O how misspent were all these stratagems,
By skill divine inwoven in our frame!
Where are Heaven’s holiness and mercy fled?
Laughs Heaven, at once, at Virtue, and at Man?
If not, why that discouraged, this destroy’d?
Thus far Ambition. What says Avarice?
This her chief maxim, which has long been thine:
“The wise and wealthy are the same,”—I grant it.
To store up treasure with incessant toil,