Let wit, and all her studied plots effect the best they can,
Let smiling fortune prosper and perfect what wit began;
Let earth advise with both, and so project a happy man,
Let wit or fawning fortune vie their best—he may be blest
With all the earth can give—but earth can give no rest.
Whose gold is double with a careful hand, his cares are double.
The pleasure, honor, wealth of sea and land bring but a trouble.
The world itself, and all the world's command, is but a bubble.
The strong desires of man's insatiate breast may stand possessed
Of all that earth can give; but earth can give no rest.
From Emblems
by Francis Quarles, 1635