The crown of wisdom

In Letter V from Letters from a Stoic, Lucius Annaeus Seneca says:

“It is a great man that can treat his earthenware as if it was silver, and a man who treats his silver as if it was earthenware is no less great.”

This, once again, has me thinking about the nature of wisdom, about what it means to be wise. More specifically, is it wisdom that recognises the value inherent in all things? Or is it wisdom that recognises the worthlessness, the un-necessity, of all the things we so readily cling to? Presented with two individuals, one who values nearly everything and one who values nearly nothing, who would you class as more worthy of the crown of wisdom?