And His Best Riches, Ignorance Of Wealth.

When A Person Has No Need To Borrow They Find Multitudes Willing To Lend.

Sweet Auburn, Loveliest Village Of The Plain.

Our Bounty, Like A Drop Of Water, Disappears, When Diffus'd Too Widely

An Englishman Fears Contempt More Than Death.

Near Yonder Copse, Where Once The Garden Smil'd, And Still Where Many A Garden Flower Grows Wild, There, Where A Few Torn Shrubs The Place Disclose, The Village Preacher's Modest Mansion Rose. A Man He Was To All The Country Dear, And Passing Rich With Forty Pounds A Year; Remote From Town's He Ran His Godly Race, Nor E'er Had Chang'd Nor Wish'd To Change His Place; Unskilful He To Fawn, Or Seek For Power, By Doctrines Fashion'd To The Varying Hour; Far Other Aims His Heart Had Learn'd To Prize. More Bent To Raise The Wretched Than To Rise.