But Satan now is wiser than of yore, and tempts by making rich, not making poor.
Such as are still observing upon others are like those who are always abroad at other men's houses, reforming everything there while their own runs to ruin.
And empty heads console with empty sound.
A youth of frolic, an old age of cards.
No louder shrieks to pitying heaven are cast, When husbands or lap-dogs breathe their last.
Our rural ancestors, with little blest, Patient of labor when the end was rest, Indulged the day that housed their annual grain, With feasts, and off'rings, and a thankful strain.