I will pull down my barns, and build larger ones, and there I will store all my grain and my goods

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With listless eyes the dotard views the store--

He views, and wonders that they please no more.

Now pall the tasteless meats and joyless wines,

And Luxury with sighs her slave resigns.

-- Samuel Johnson, The Vanity of Human Wishes