All Other Goods By Fortune's

But Satan Now Is Wiser Than Of Yore, And Tempts By Making Rich, Not Making Poor.

And Little Eagles Wave Their Wings In Gold.

To Balance Fortune By A Just Expense, Join With Economy, Magnificence.

Order Is Heaven's First Law; And This Confessed, Some Are, And Must Be, Greater Than The Rest, More Rich, More Wise; But Who Infers From Hence That Such Are Happier, Shocks All Common Sense. Condition, Circumstance, Is Not The Thing; Bliss Is The Same In Subject Or In King.

Some To Conceit Alone Their Taste Confine, And Glittering Thoughts Struck Out At Ev'ry Line; Pleas'd With A Work Where Nothing's Just Or Fit; One Glaring Chaos And Wild Heap Of Wit.