And His Best Riches, Ignorance Of Wealth.

But Times Are Alter'd; Trade's Unfeeling Train Usurp The Land, And Dispossess The Swain; Along The Lawn, Where Scatter'd Hamlets Rose, Unwieldy Wealth And Cumbrous Pomp Repose.

Persecution Is A Tribute The Great Must Always Pay For Preeminence.

And Fools Who Came To Scoff Remain'd To Pray.

A Flattering Painter, Who Made It His Care To Draw Men As They Ought To Be, Not As They Are.

While Resignation Gently Slopes Away, And All His Prospects Brightening To The Last, His Heaven Commences Ere The World Be Past.