When God at first made man,
Having a glasse of blessings stand by;
Let us (he said) poure on him all we can:
Let the worlds riches, which dispersed lie,
  Contract into a span.

  So strength first made a way;
Then beautie flow'd, then wisdome, honour, pleasure:
When almost all was out, God made a stay,
Perceiving that alone of all his treasure
  Rest in the bottome lay.

  For if I should (said he)
Bestow this jewell also on my creature,
He would adore my gifts in stead of me,
And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature:
  So both should losers be.

  Yet let him keep the rest,
But keep them with ripining restlessnesse:
Let him be rich and wearie, that at least,
If goodnesse leade him not, yet wearinesse
  May tosse him to my breast.