Corn. 187 
Much learning shows how little mortals know; 
Much wealth, how little worldlings can enjoy: 
At best, it babies us with endless toys, 
And keeps us children till we di-op to dust. 
As monkeys at a mirror stand amazed, 
They fail to find what they so plainly see ; 
Thus men, in shining riches, see the face 
Of happiness, nor knaw it as a shade ; 
But gaze, and touch, and peep and peep again. 
And wish, and wonder it is absent still. 
Young. 
Oh, blessed lot 
To be possessed of wealth and of a heart 
So heavenly made that it refuses not 
Of its abundance freely to impart ! 
MacKellar. 
You are heir 
To lordships, mansions, forests, parks, and gems. 
You have three mighty manors in Castile ; 
Two broad estates in Leon ; two amidst 
The mulberry trees of Murcia, and huge chests 
Crammed full of ingots, dug by naked slaves, 
Who famished on coarse bread. Besides all these, 
There bloom plantations in the East, whose fruits 
Are pearls, and spice, and princely diamonds ; 
And in Brazil, Pactolus floods, ne'er dumb. 
Whose waves all talk in gold ! 
Bai-ry Cornwall. 
