Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far,—but far above the great. - Thomas Gray

Not all that tempts your wandering eyes And heedless hearts, is lawful prize; Nor all that glisters gold.

Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heav'n did a recompense as largely send: He gave to Mis'ry all he had, a tear, He gained from Heav'n ('twas all he wished) a friend.

From toil he wins his spirits light, From busy day the peaceful night; Rich, from the very want of wealth, In heaven's best treasures, peace and health.