The man of wealth and pride Takes up a space that many poor supplied — Space for his lake, his park’s extended bounds, Space for his horses, equipage and hounds; The robe that wraps his limbs in silken cloth Has robbed the neighboring fields of half their growth; His seat where solitary sports are seen Indignant spurns the cottage from the green; Around the world each needful product flies, For all the luxuries the world supplies, While thus the land adorned for pleasure all In barren splendor feebly waits the fall.

— OLIVER GOLDSMITH, The Deserted Village.