"To store up treasure with incessant toil,-- / This is man's province, this his highest praise, / To this great end keen Instinct stings him on. / To guide that Instinct, Reason! is thy charge; / 'Tis thine to tell us where true treasure lies."
— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
This her chief maxim, which has long been thine:
"The wise and wealthy are the same." I grant it.
To store up treasure with incessant toil,--
This is man's province, this his highest praise,
To this great end keen Instinct stings him on.
To guide that Instinct, Reason! is thy charge;
'Tis thine to tell us where true treasure lies:
But, Reason failing to discharge her trust,
Or to the deaf discharging it in vain,
A blunder follows; and blind Industry,
Gall'd by the spur, but stranger to the course,
(The course where stakes of more than gold are won,)
O'erloading, with the cares of distant age,
The jaded spirits of the present hour,
Provides for an eternity below.
(ll. 444-459, p. 190 in CUP edition)
Edward Young, Night the Seventh. Being the Second Part of the Infidel Reclaimed. Containing the Nature, Proof, and Importance, of Immortality. (London: Printed for G. Hawkins, 1744).
Text from The Complete Works, Poetry and Prose, of the Rev. Edward Young, LL.D., 2 vols. (London: William Tegg, 1854). <Link to Google Books>
Reading Edward Young, Night Thoughts, ed. Stephen Cornford (New York: Cambridge UP, 1989).