<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115578" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Vanitas Vanitatum, Omnia Vanitas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In all we do, and hear, and see,<br>Is restless Toil and Vanity.<br>While yet the rolling earth abides,<br>Men come and go like Ocean tides;<br>And ere one generation dies,<br>Another in its place shall rise;<br>That, sinking soon into the grave,<br>Others succeed, like wave on wave;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as they rise, they pass away.<br>The sun arises every day,<br>And, hastening onward to the West,<br>He nightly sinks, but not to rest:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Returning to the eastern skies,<br>Again to light us, he must rise.<br>And still the restless wind comes forth,<br>Now blowing keenly from the North;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now from the South, the East, the West,<br>For ever changing, ne'er at rest.<br>The fountains, gushing from the hills,<br>Supply the ever-running rills;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The thirsty rivers drink their store,<br>And bear it rolling to the shore,<br>But still the ocean craves for more.<br>'Tis endless labour everywhere!<br>Sound cannot satisfy the ear,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Light cannot fill the craving eye,<br>Nor riches half our wants supply;<br>Pleasure but doubles future pain,<br>And joy brings sorrow in her train;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Laughter is mad, and reckless mirth<br>What does she in this weary earth?<br>Should Wealth, or Fame, our Life employ,<br>Death comes, our labour to destroy;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To snatch the untasted cup away,<br>For which we toiled so many a day.<br>What, then, remains for wretched man?<br>To use life's comforts while he can,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Enjoy the blessings Heaven bestows,<br>Assist his friends, forgive his foes;<br>Trust God, and keep his statutes still,<br>Upright and firm, through good and ill;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thankful for all that God has given,<br>Fixing his firmest hopes on heaven;<br>Knowing that earthly joys decay,<br>But hoping through the darkest day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Bront%C3%AB">Anne Brontë</a> from <i>Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115578" data-title="Vanitas Vanitatum, Omnia Vanitas de Anne Brontë" data-description="In all we do, and hear, and see,/Is restless Toil and Vanity./While yet the rolling earth abides,/Men come and go like Ocean tides;/And ere one generation dies,/Another in its place shall rise;/That, sinking soon into the grave,/Others succeed, li..."></div> </div> </div>

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