37. Some have too much, yet still they crave;
You little have, yet seek no more;
They are but poor, though much they have,
And you are rich with little store.
They poor, you rich; they beg, you give;
They lack, you lend; they pine, you live.
Lord Vaux.
38. With every shifting gale your course you ply,
Forever sunk too low or borne too high.