Or throw a cruel sunshine on a fool.
But for one end, one much neglected use,
Are riches worth your care: for Nature's wants
Are few, and without opulence supplied.
This noble end is, to produce the Soul:
To shew the virtues in the fairest light;
To make Humanity the Minister -
Of bounteous Providence; and teach the breast
That generous luxury the gods enjoy.
Thus, in his graver vein, the friendly Sage
Sometimes declaim’d. Of Right and Wrong he taught
Truths as refin’d as ever Athen’s heard;
And (strange to tell!) he practis’d what he preach'd.
ARMST Ron G.