The general good I seek with my whole might.
So baffled is infatuate envy’s spite,
When he who hath climbed high holds his spirit’s reins,
And the brute pride of arrogance restrains.
So, when his feet draw nigh the last long home,
More bright and fair to him shall dark death come,
Who to his nearest and his dearest leaveth
A good name—costlier treasure none receiveth.