So strength first made a way;
The beauty flow'd, then wisdom, honour, pleasure:
When almost all was out, God made a stay,
Perceiving that alone of all his treasure
Rest in the bottom lay.
For if I should (said he)
Bestow this jewel also on my creature,
He would adore my gifts instead of me,
And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature:
So both should losers be.
Yet let him keep the rest,
But keep them with repining restlessness:
Let him be rich and weary, that at least,
If goodness lead him not, yet weariness
May toss him to my breast.
Astutely, Herbert combines riches with weariness, as if aware of the endless discontent of ambitious people who can never have enough. This may have  biographical significance; Herbert spent some time at court, aiming to pursue a possibly brilliant career, but preferring ultimately to take holy orders.