To the Luxurious Man

Are thy brave Statues, Pictures, Jewels, Plate,
Which cost so many thousand pounds of late,
Destroy'd? Is thy vast Building, with thy Land,
Torn from thee by some unjust powerful hand?
And dost thou sit computing the great cost
Of all thy Pleasures, and this Treasure lost,
With a half broken heart, and dost not see
All this is to deface thy Luxury,
Which did thy Soul besot? Till these were gone,
Thou hadst no leisure time to think upon
Thy God, who thus in Mercy and in Love,
Doth that calamity from thee remove,
That thy free heart may only Him adore,
And so be richer than thou wert before.
If Heaven and Earth be God's, and he be thine,
Thou ought'st to thank him rather than repine;
Then will thy long-sick Soul recover health,
And thou possess an everlasting wealth;
Free from the Cares and Fears that daily hap
To Men that seek their Bliss in Fortune's lap.