<h3><SPAN name="Page_101" id="Page_101" />III.</h3>
<p>'Ye, too, creatures of earth, have some glimmering of your origin,
however faint, and though in a vision dim and clouded, yet in some wise,
notwithstanding, ye discern the true end of happiness, and so the aim of
nature leads you thither—to that true good—while error in many forms
leads you astray therefrom. For reflect whether men are able to win
happiness by those means through which they think to reach the proposed
end. Truly, if either wealth, rank, or any of the rest, bring with them
anything of such sort as seems to have nothing wanting to it that is
good, we, too, acknowledge that some are made happy by the acquisition
of these things. But if they are not able to fulfil their promises, and,
moreover, lack many good things, is not the happiness men seek in them
clearly discovered to be a false show?<SPAN name="Page_102" id="Page_102" /> Therefore do I first ask thee
thyself, who but lately wert living in affluence, amid all that
abundance of wealth, was thy mind never troubled in consequence of some
wrong done to thee?'</p>
<p>'Nay,' said I, 'I cannot ever remember a time when my mind was so
completely at peace as not to feel the pang of some uneasiness.'</p>
<p>'Was it not because either something was absent which thou wouldst not
have absent, or present which thou wouldst have away?'</p>
<p>'Yes,' said I.</p>
<p>'Then, thou didst want the presence of the one, the absence of the
other?'</p>
<p>'Admitted.'</p>
<p>'But a man lacks that of which he is in want?'</p>
<p>'He does.'</p>
<p>'And he who lacks something is not in all points self-sufficing?'</p>
<p>'No; certainly not,' said I.</p>
<p>'So wert thou, then, in the plenitude of thy wealth, supporting this
insufficiency?'</p>
<p>'I must have been.'<SPAN name="Page_103" id="Page_103" /></p>
<p>'Wealth, then, cannot make its possessor independent and free from all
want, yet this was what it seemed to promise. Moreover, I think this
also well deserves to be considered—that there is nothing in the
special nature of money to hinder its being taken away from those who
possess it against their will.'</p>
<p>'I admit it.'</p>
<p>'Why, of course, when every day the stronger wrests it from the weaker
without his consent. Else, whence come lawsuits, except in seeking to
recover moneys which have been taken away against their owner's will by
force or fraud?'</p>
<p>'True,' said I.</p>
<p>'Then, everyone will need some extraneous means of protection to keep
his money safe.'</p>
<p>'Who can venture to deny it?'</p>
<p>'Yet he would not, unless he possessed the money which it is possible to
lose.'</p>
<p>'No; he certainly would not.'</p>
<p>'Then, we have worked round to an opposite conclusion: the wealth which
was thought to make a man independent rather puts him in need of further
protec<SPAN name="Page_104" id="Page_104" />tion. How in the world, then, can want be driven away by riches?
Cannot the rich feel hunger? Cannot they thirst? Are not the limbs of
the wealthy sensitive to the winter's cold? "But," thou wilt say, "the
rich have the wherewithal to sate their hunger, the means to get rid of
thirst and cold." True enough; want can thus be soothed by riches,
wholly removed it cannot be. For if this ever-gaping, ever-craving want
is glutted by wealth, it needs must be that the want itself which can be
so glutted still remains. I do not speak of how very little suffices for
nature, and how for avarice nothing is enough. Wherefore, if wealth
cannot get rid of want, and makes new wants of its own, how can ye
believe that it bestows independence?'<SPAN name="Page_105" id="Page_105" /></p>
<h3>SONG III.<br/>The Insatiableness of Avarice.</h3>
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<span>Though the covetous grown wealthy<br/></span>
<span class="i2">See his piles of gold rise high;<br/></span>
<span>Though he gather store of treasure<br/></span>
<span class="i2">That can never satisfy;<br/></span>
<span>Though with pearls his gorget blazes,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Rarest that the ocean yields;<br/></span>
<span>Though a hundred head of oxen<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Travail in his ample fields;<br/></span>
<span>Ne'er shall carking care forsake him<br/></span>
<span class="i2">While he draws this vital breath,<br/></span>
<span>And his riches go not with him,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">When his eyes are closed in death.<br/></span></div>
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