Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure,– Sweet is pleasure after pain.

More from Alexander's Feast

• Bacchus, ever fair and ever young.
• Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
• For pity melts the mind to love.
• None but the brave deserves the fair.
• A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay. A daring pilot in extremity; Pleas'd with the danger, when the waves went high He sought the storms.
• A man so various, that he seem'd to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome; Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.