Which weigh’d in equal scales is found so light,
So poorly overbalanc’d with a bubble?
Good God! that frantic mortals should destroy
Their higher hopes, and place their idle joy
Upon such airy trash, upon so light a toy!
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Thrice happy he, whose nobler, thoughts despise
To make an object of so easy gains;
Thrice happy he, who scorns so poor a prize
Should be the crown of his heroic pains: