"Life is done, but what is death?" Then, in answer to the King, Fell a sunbeam on his ring, Showing by a heavenly ray, "Even this shall pass away |
"What is wealth?" the king would say, "Even this shall pass away |
But I account it worth All pangs of fair hopes crost All loves and honors lost, To gain the heavens, at cost Of losing earth |
I won a noble fame; But with a sudden frown, The people snatched my crown, And, in the mire, trod down My lofty name |
So, lest I be inclined To render ill for ill, Henceforth in me instill, O God, a sweet good-will |
The more we study human nature, the less we think of men - the more of man |
What is fame? Fame is but a slow decay, Even this shall pass away |