The air that fills it will not let it sunken be.
Th’ afflatus of true poverty man’s soul will buoy.
Above the troubles of the world he rides. Ahoy!
Should all earth’s boundless riches by him be possessed;
The whole is viewed in his pure sight as naught at best.95
Close then the inlet to thy heart; seal it with love;
First filling it with wisdom’s spirit from above.
Endeavour is from God; so sickness, and its balm.
He vainly strives who would deny this truthful psalm.”
Of this complexion, many proofs the lion brought;