"Riches chance may take or give; Beauty lives a day, and dies; Honour lulls us while we live; Mirth's a cheat and pleasure flies. Is there nothing worth our care, Time, and chance, and death, our foes? If our joys so fleeting are, Are we only tied to woes? Let bright virtue answer, No; Her eternal powers prevail, When honours, riches, cease to flow, And beauty, mirth, and pleasure fail." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GENERAL PUBLIC by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET ALL FOOLS' CALENDER by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON SOMEBODY LOVED ME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MONADNOCK IN EARLY SPRING by AMY LOWELL BALLROOM DARK by CLARENCE MAJOR THE CANDLE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CONSECRATED GROUND; READ AT THE NEW YORK CITY HALL by EDWIN MARKHAM |