“built a house, both large and high,
And entered in and set him down to sigh;
And planted ample woods and gardens fair,
And walked with anguish and compunction there;
The rich man’s pines to every friend a treat,
He saw with pain and he refused to eat;
His daintiest food, his richest wines, were all
Turned by remorse to vinegar and gall:
The softest down by living body pressed
The rich man bought, and tried to take his rest;