“Riches are oft by guilt and baseness earn’d;Or dealt by chance to shield a lucky knave,Or throw a cruel sunshine on a fool.But for one end, one much-neglected use,Are riches worth your care; (for nature’s wantsAre few, and without opulence supplied;)This noble end is, to produce the soul;To show the virtues in their fairest light;To make humanity the ministerOf bounteous Providence; and teach the breastThe generous luxury the gods enjoy.”