And poor Magnificence is starved to death.
Hence just resentment, indignation, ire!—
Be pacified: if outward things are great,
’Tis magnanimity great things to scorn;
Pompous expenses, and parades august,
And courts, that insalubrious soil to peace. 1020
True happiness ne’er enter’d at an eye;
True happiness resides in things unseen.
No smiles of Fortune ever bless’d the bad,
Nor can her frowns rob Innocence of joys;