Doubt and other things, verse and illustrations . [233] Digitized by Microsoft® Vanity A King who long had reigned Reviewing deeds too often stained By treachery and blood, By lust of power and lust of gold And by ambitions manifold All wandering from good, Said: Now alas! too late I see My life has been but Vanity. For all my gain has been my loss. My hoarded gold has turned to dross, Ambition to satiety, And my long search for happiness Ends but in pain and deep distress. Suspicion and anxiety. Until with Solomon I cry This world is naught but Vanity.* [234] Digitized by Microsoft® Highfalut
Doubt and other things, verse and illustrations . [233] Digitized by Microsoft® Vanity A King who long had reigned Reviewing deeds too often stained By treachery and blood, By lust of power and lust of gold And by ambitions manifold All wandering from good, Said: Now alas! too late I see My life has been but Vanity. For all my gain has been my loss. My hoarded gold has turned to dross, Ambition to satiety, And my long search for happiness Ends but in pain and deep distress. Suspicion and anxiety. Until with Solomon I cry This world is naught but Vanity.* [234] Digitized by Microsoft® Highfalutin Cease fife and drum and triimpets rousing blastAnd cannons loud prolonged reverberations,Things needless now as in the buried pastSince we have made our final reformations,Renouncing War and all its infernal machinations! Some Saints declare, in fact they swear,This war-craze must be curbed—Fax better go to war ourselvesThan have the Peace disturbed. [235] Digitized by Microsoft®. As to the whiffle-tree its whififleSo to the pen its play or piffle. Things of the morningRepented of ere night,Thought better of next day,Here see the light. Sweet are thy uses, O Variety!Within the limits of art the spice of life. Or say the lively the humdrum of lifes monotony. Had things been but sweet and goodAnd all mankind been meek and mildI fear me much we never shouldHave had a Whistler or a Wilde. [236] Digitized by Microsoft® By a stroke of pen the Czar did awayWith drinking in Russia, and that in one day,But think you this dryness is destined to stayWhile Adam is made of such bibulous clay? What a pity sayings new Quoted only by a few, Made common in the course of time. At last are quoted as a crime. The brightest sayings, such our pace. Become in one year commonplace. When Painters take the Pen in handAnd Poets wield the Brush,Many come forth the sight to few die in the crush! Logic affords us this surprise;Tis full of loop-holes of escape
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