From Menander

Fond youth! who dream'st that hoarded gold
Is needful, not alone to pay
For all thy various items sold,
To serve the wants of ev'ry day;
Bread, vinegar, and oil, and meat,
For sav'ry viands season'd high;
But somewhat more important yet--
I tell thee what it cannot buy.

No treasure, hadst thou more amass'd
Than fame to Tantalus assign'd,
Would save thee from the tomb at last,
But thou must leave it all behind.
I give thee, therefore, counsel wise;
Confide not vainly in thy store,
However large--much less despise
Others comparatively poor!

But in thy more exalted state
A just and equal temper show,
That all who see thee rich and great
May deem thee worthy to be so.