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120 The gawdy gloss of Fortune only strikes The vulgar eye: The suffrage of the wise, The praise that's worth ambition, is attain'd By Sense alone, and dignity of mind.


 * Virtue, the strength and beauty of the soul,

Is the best gift of heaven: a happiness That even above the smiles and frowns of fate Exalts great Nature's favourites: a wealth That ne'er encumbers, nor to baser hands Can be transfer'd: it is the only good Man justly boasts of, or can call his own. Riches are oft by guilt and baseness earn'd; Or dealt by chance, to shield a lucky knave, Or throw a cruel sun-shine 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.) Rh