How oft, alas! it is we see
The rich involv'd in misery;
How oft is view'd in reason's eye
The wants which wealth can ne'er supply!
The way to power may be betray'd,
Though 'tis with solid gold inlaid;
Nay, purchas'd pleasure prove deceit,
And be at length a very cheat.
—How weak, how vain is human pride,
Dares man upon himself confide: