Nor have the lords of all this wealth you see,
Their perfect freedom; few are truly free;
Who rank the highest find the check of fate,
And kings themselves are subject to their state.
Riches, and all that we desire to gain, }
Bind their possessors in a golden chain— }
’Tis kept in peril, and ’tis lost with pain. }
And thou too, Boy! wilt pass unheeding by
The scenes that now delight thine eager eye.
Dream on awhile! and there shall come a strange,