“And—hear me, Richard—man has reptile-pride
That often rises when his fears subside;
When, like a trader feeling rich, he now
Neglects his former smile, his humble bow,
And, conscious of his hoarded wealth, assumes
New airs, nor thinks how odious he becomes.
“There is a wandering, wavering train of thought 70
That something seeks where nothing should be sought,
And will a self-delighted spirit move
To dare the danger of pernicious love.”