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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345187" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Vanity of All Worldly Things, The</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..."></div>
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