“ If wealth alone then make and keep us blest, Still, still be getting, never, never rest. But if to power and place your passion lie, If in the pomp of life consist the joy ”
 Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man (1734). copy citation

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“Now, in such exigencies not to need, Upon my word, you must be rich indeed; A noble superfluity it craves, Not for yourself, but for your fools and knaves: Something, which for your honour they may cheat, And which it much becomes you to forget. If wealth alone then make and keep us blest, Still, still be getting, never, never rest. But if to power and place your passion lie, If in the pomp of life consist the joy; Then hire a slave, or (if you will) a lord To do the honours, and to give the word; Tell at your levee, as the crowds approach, To whom to nod, whom take into your coach, Whom honour with your hand:” source