That sick tall figure, lost in other scenes;
He late from India's clime impatient sail'd,
There, as his fortune grew, his spirits fail'd;
For each delight, in search of wealth he went,
For ease alone, the wealth acquired is spent—
And spent in vain; enrich'd, aggriev'd, he sees
The envied poor possess'd of joy and ease;
And now he flies from place to place, to gain
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Strength for enjoyment, and still flies in vain.