When  commands His Ships to run
And Search the Traffick of the Sea,
His Fleet o'retakes the falling Day,
And bears the Western Mines away,
Or Richer Spices from the Rising Sun:
While the glad Tenants of the Shoar
Shout and pronounce him Senator,
Yet still the Man's the same:
For well the Happy Merchant knows
The Soul with Treasure never grows,
Nor swells with airy Fame.