Song CLXXV. Vanity of Life

Life how Vain esteem'd a Blessing, Worthy Mortals hope to Share; Proves to ev'ey Man Possessing. Full of Sorrow full of Care, What if Furtune e'er befriend, Yes till the busy Friend prevails; Or should adverse Fate attend, Ye ever with it Sorrow dwells.

See the Beau in Chariot lolling, All without a Gaudy Scene; Take him on his Pillow rolling, Slave to Tyrant Thought within, Grant the fawning Courtier Favour, Give him all his Hopes pursue; Still you hear him Craving ever, Still he Pines for something new.

Fill the Misers Bags with Treasure Spread the Heroe's Glory round, Fears outweighs the Scale of Pleasure Envy tramples Honour down, Places, Titles, Pomp and Riches, Sweets, imbitter'd are by Pain, Thus Experence daily teaches, Life and it's Joys are vain.