[…] Why sound thy streets, Calcutta, with the noise Of multitudes in holiday attire? ’Tis thus the Indian lavishly employs His hoarded wealth, – though sordid as his sire, – To grace his son’s gay nuptial-feast,a that higher 5 His name may rise for having thrown away So vast a treasure; Self can this inspire – He builds, endows, and glories to display Superior means, and gain the common meed of clay.