Sublime

the filling of the heart with goodness, as if it were a hive in which nothing corrupt could live.

Seek for thy noble father in the dust:

"More servants wait on man Than he'll take notice of. In every path, He treads down that which doth befriend him

By a seeming fate, commonly called necessity, they are employed, as it says in an old book, laying up treasures which moth and rust will corrupt and thieves break through and steal.