Old Harpy

Old Harpy jeers at castles in the air,

And thanks his stars, whenever Edmund speaks,

That such a dupe as that is not his heir—

But know, old Harpy! that these fancy freaks,

Though vain and light, as floating gossamer,

Always amuse, and sometimes mend the heart:

A young man's idlest hopes are still his pleasures,

And fetch a higher price in Wisdom's mart

Than all the unenjoying Miser's treasures.