How much, egregious Moor, are we Deceiv'd by Shews and Forms! Whate'er we think, whate'er we see, All Humankind are Worms. Man is a very Worm by Birth, Vile Reptile, weak, and vain! A while he crawls upon the Earth, Then shrinks to Earth again. That Woman is a Worm we find, E'er since our Grandame's Evil; She first convers'd with her own Kind, That antient Worm, the Devil. The Learn'd themselves we Book-Worms name; The Blockhead is a Slow-worm; The Nymph whose Tail is all on Flame Is aptly term'd a Glow-worm: The Fops are painted Butterflies, That flutter for a Day; First from a Worm they take their Rise, And in a Worm decay: The Flatterer an Earwig grows; Thus Worms suit all Conditions; Misers are Muckworms, Silk-worms Beaus, And Death-watches Physicians. That Statesmen have the Worm, is seen By all their winding Play; Their Conscience is a Worm within, That gnaws them Night and Day. Ah Moore! thy Skill were well employ'd, And greater Gain would rise, If thou could'st make the Courtier void The Worm that never dies! O learned Friend of Abchurch-Lane, Who sett'st our Entrails free! Vain is thy Art, thy Powder vain, Since Worms shall eat ev'n thee. Our Fate thou only can'st adjourn Some few short Years, no more! Ev'n Button's Wits to Worms shall turn, Who Maggots were before. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UP AT A VILLA - DOWN IN THE CITY by ROBERT BROWNING CHRISMUS ON THE PLANTATION by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SIGN OF THE CROSS by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN ODES I, 5 by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS COMEDY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A SONG OF LABOUR; DEDICATED TO MY FELLOW-WORKERS WITH PICK AND SHOVEL by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE WOLD WALL by WILLIAM BARNES |