Edward Young

Can wealth give happiness? look round and see
What gay distress! what splendid misery!
Whatever fortunes lavishly read more

Can wealth give happiness? look round and see
What gay distress! what splendid misery!
Whatever fortunes lavishly can pour,
The mind annihilates, and calls for more.

Think nought a trifle, though it small appear;
Small sands the mountain, moments make the year,
And read more

Think nought a trifle, though it small appear;
Small sands the mountain, moments make the year,
And trifles life.

Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt,
And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt.

Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt,
And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt.

Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire.

Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire.

He rams his quill with scandal and with scoff,
But 'tis so very foul, it won't go off.

He rams his quill with scandal and with scoff,
But 'tis so very foul, it won't go off.