Sinopsis

How are the Covetous than Slaves more free, That basely stoop for ev'ry Pin they see; I can't imagine: He that still doth crave, Must fear: and he that fears must be a Slave.-- Poor thirsty Tantalus, alas! in vain, Essays to drink; his Lips the Stream eludes.-- What! dost Thou laugh?--but only change the Name, Of Thee the Story's told: who, sleepless, brood'st O'er thy full Bags, and gaping still for more, Ne'er touchest what Thou hast; as to the Gods 'Twere consecrate, or only pictur'd Gold.