The Pulley

        When God at first made man,
Having a glass of blessings standing by,
    "Let us," said he, "pour on him all we can;
Let the world's riches, which dispersed lie,
        Contract into a span."

        So strength first made a way;
Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honour, pleasure;
    When almost all was out, God made a stay,
Perceiving that alone of all his treasure,
        Rest in the bottom lay.

        "For if I should," said he,
"Bestow this jewel also on my creature,
    He would adore my gifts instead of me,
And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature:
        So both should losers be.

        "Yet let him keep the rest,
But keep them with repining restlessness;
     Let him be rich and weary, that at least,
If goodness lead him not, yet weariness
         May toss him to my breast."