DR. BARTLETT.
They who serve themselves, are best served, my love, and labour is healthful.
EMILIA.
What a slender table is provided for the poor man—and how hard is his bed!
DR. BARTLETT.
It is so—and notwithstanding this, the poor eat their slender meal with a better relish, than the great have for the rarest delicacies of their tables. And they sleep sounder on their flock-beds than the rich on beds of down. Happiness consists in being satisfied—that is the greatest riches on earth.
EMILIA.
You make me easy, Sir. I understand it—God loves those men, and cares for them as well as the rich.
DR. BARTLETT.
Yes. God is the Father of the poorest wretch, who earns his bread by the sweat of his brow; and he may call the greatest monarch brother: there is no difference, except what arises from degrees of goodness.