English poem
He Discourseth of Trouble and Sorrow.
by Horatio Alger (1832–1899)
What else do they live for? They live but for this; And nothing but this ever troubles their thinking; Rich eating, rich dressing, and flirting's their bliss, And life's better purposes constantly blinking.
Their life's but a tissue of trouble and sorrow Of what is the fashion or will be to-morrow.