211 Duty demands no recompense; to clouds of heaven, By men on earth, what answering gift is given?

212 The worthy say, when wealth rewards their toil-spent hours, For uses of beneficence alone 'tis ours.

213 To 'due beneficence' no equal good we know, Amid the happy gods [angels], or in this world below.

214 Who knows what 's human life's befitting grace, He lives; the rest 'mongst dead men have their place.

215 The wealth of men who love the 'fitting way,' the truly wise, Is as when water fills the lake that village needs supplies.

216 A tree that fruits in th' hamlet's central mart, Is wealth that falls to men of liberal heart.

217 Unfailing tree that healing balm distils from every part, Is ample wealth that falls to him of large and noble heart.

218 E'en when resources fail, they weary not of 'kindness due,' — They to whom Duty's self appears in vision true.

219 The kindly-hearted man is poor in this alone, When power of doing deeds of goodness he finds none.

220 Though by 'beneficence' the loss of all should come, 'Twere meet man sold himself, and bought it with the sum.