Actually, it is the chorus: "Who shall count for thee, and what will be the measure? What in time will prove to be thy greatest treasure?" The verses concern a man who is rich but who has alienated all his friends: "Rich and bold thou art; in thy hand is plenty. Silver is thy store, and yet thy heart is empty." (chorus) "Rich in silks and fine coats of finest leather, but can they the storms of friendless trouble weather?" (chorus) "Rich in music sweet, strings and voice combining, Yet bitter is thy tongue; thy friends and foes aligning." (chorus) "Rich in loving poured, like a rain upon thee; Not for love's reward, but angry glances from thee. Still I shall count for thee, and to the fullest measure; Constancy shall prove thy friends thy greatest treasure."