The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.
In chambers deep, Where waters sleep, What unknown treasures pave the floor.
Inhumanity is caught from man, From smiling man.
They most the world enjoy who least admire.
O let me be undone the common way, And have the common comfort to be pity'd, And not be ruin'd in the mask of bliss, And so be envy'd, and be wretched too!
Polite diseases make some idiots vain, Which, if unfortunately well, they feign.