Ask for what end the heav'nly Bodies shine?
Earth for whose use? Pride answers, "'Tis for mine:
"For me kind Nature wakes her genial pow'r,
"Suckles each herb, and spreads out ev'ry flow'r;
"Annual for me the grape, the rose renew
"The juice nectareous, and the balmy dew;
"For me the mine a thousand treasures brings,
"For me health gushes from a thousand springs;
"Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise,
"My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.