His genuine and less guilty wealth t’explore,
Search not his bottom, but survey his shore;
O’er which he kindly spreads his spacious wing,
And hatches plenty for th’ ensuing spring;
Nor then destroys it with too fond a stay,
Like mothers which their children overlay.
Nor with a sudden and impetuous wave,
Like profuse kings, resumes the wealth he gave.
No unexpected inundations spoil
The mower’s hopes, nor mock the plowman’s toil: