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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345178" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Vanity of All Worldly Things</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As he said vanity, so vain say I,<br>Oh! Vanity, O vain all under sky;<br>Where is the man can say, &quot;Lo, I have found<br>On brittle earth a consolation sound&quot;?<br>What isn't in honor to be set on high?<br>No, they like beasts and sons of men shall die,<br>And whilst they live, how oft doth turn their fate;<br>He's now a captive that was king of late.<br>What isn't in wealth great treasures to obtain?<br>No, that's but labor, anxious care, and pain.<br>He heaps up riches, and he heaps up sorrow,<br>It's his today, but who's his heir tomorrow?<br>What then? Content in pleasures canst thou find?<br>More vain than all, that's but to grasp the wind.<br>The sensual senses for a time they pleasure,<br>Meanwhile the conscience rage, who shall appease?<br>What isn't in beauty? No that's but a snare,<br>They're foul enough today, that once were fair.<br>What is't in flow'ring youth, or manly age?<br>The first is prone to vice, the last to rage.<br>Where is it then, in wisdom, learning, arts?<br>Sure if on earth, it must be in those parts;<br>Yet these the wisest man of men did find<br>But vanity, vexation of the mind.<br>And he that know the most doth still bemoan<br>He knows not all that here is to be known.<br>What is it then? To do as stoics tell,<br>Nor laugh, nor weep, let things go ill or well?<br>Such stoics are but stocks, such teaching vain,<br>While man is man, he shall have ease or pain.<br>If not in honor, beauty, age, nor treasure,<br>Nor yet in learning, wisdom, youth, nor pleasure,<br>Where shall I climb, sound, seek, search, or find<br>That summum bonum which may stay my mind?<br>There is a path no vulture's eye hath seen,<br>Where lion fierce, nor lion's whelps have been,<br>Which leads unto that living crystal fount,<br>Who drinks thereof, the world doth naught account.<br>The depth and sea have said &quot; 'tis not in me,&quot;<br>With pearl and gold it shall not valued be.<br>For sapphire, onyx, topaz who would change;<br>It's hid from eyes of men, they count it strange.<br>Death and destruction the fame hath heard,<br>But where and what it is, from heaven's declared;<br>It brings to honor which shall ne'er decay,<br>It stores with wealth which time can't wear away.<br>It yieldeth pleasures far beyond conceit,<br>And truly beautifies without deceit.<br>Nor strength, nor wisdom, nor fresh youth shall fade,<br>Nor death shall see, but are immortal made.<br>This pearl of price, this tree of life, this spring,<br>Who is possessed of shall reign a king.<br>Nor change of state nor cares shall ever see,<br>But wear his crown unto eternity.<br>This satiates the soul, this stays the mind,<br>And all the rest, but vanity we find.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Bradstreet">Anne Bradstreet</a><div class=q>
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Oh! Vanity, O vain all under sky;
Where is the man can say, &quot;Lo, I have found
On brittle earth a consolation sound&quot;?
What isn't in honor to be set on high?
No, they like beasts and sons of men shall die,..."></div>
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