Here you will find the Poem From Menander of poet William Cowper
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 every day; Bread, vinegar, and oil, and meat, For savory 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 a 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.
