How is it possible to expect that mankind will take advice when they will not so much as take warning.
Jonathan SwiftRead
For in that universal call,_x000D_ _x000D_ Few bankers will to heaven be mounters;_x000D_ _x000D_ They'll cry, "Ye shops, upon us fall!_x000D_ _x000D_ Conceal and cover us, ye counters!_x000D_ _x000D_ When other hands the scales shall hold,_x000D_ _x000D_ And they, in men's and angels' sight_x000D_ _x000D_ Produced with all their bills and gold,_x000D_ _x000D_ 'Weigh'd in the balance and found light!'
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the folly of materialism and the judgment of one's true worth beyond wealth.
In this passage, Jonathan Swift critiques the prioritization of wealth and material possessions, emphasizing that when faced with ultimate judgment, the accumulation of riches will not hold significant value. He suggests that those who have focused solely on material gains will find themselves lacking when it comes to moral and spiritual weight, implying that true worth is not measured by monetary success but by one's virtues and contributions to humanity.
In practice
This quote can be used in a speech about the importance of prioritizing values over wealth.
How is it possible to expect that mankind will take advice when they will not so much as take warning.
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Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?
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