A tomb—’tis whisper’d, he must not expect
The like for him, when he shall near it sleep—
Where we behold the marble cherubs weep. 20
There are no merchants who with us reside
In half his state—no wonder he has pride;
Then he parades around that vast estate,
As if he spurn’d the slaves that make him great;
Speaking in tone so high, as if the ware
Was nothing worth—at least not worth his care;
Yet should he not these bulky stores contemn,