<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412964" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Psalm 49 part 1</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">v.6-14 <br>C. M.<br>Pride and death; or, The vanity of life and riches.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why doth the man of riches grow<br>To insolence and pride,<br>To see his wealth and honors flow<br>With every rising tide?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Why doth he treat the poor with scorn,<br>Made of the self-same clay,<br>And boast as though his flesh was born<br>Of better dust than they?]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not all his treasures can procure<br>His soul a short reprieve,<br>Redeem from death one guilty hour,<br>Or make his brother live.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Life is a blessing can't be sold,<br>The ransom is too high;<br>Justice will ne'er be bribed with gold,<br>That man may never die.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sees the brutish and the wise,<br>The tim'rous and the brave,<br>Quit their possessions, close their eyes,<br>And hasten to the grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride,-<br>My house shall ever stand<br>And that my name may long abide,<br>I'll give it to my land.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost,<br>How soon his memory dies!<br>His name is written in the dust<br>Where his own carcass lies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">PAUSE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is the folly of their way;<br>And yet their sons, as vain,<br>Approve the words their fathers say,<br>And act their works again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Men void of wisdom and of grace,<br>If honor raise them high,<br>Live like the beast, a thoughtless race,<br>And like the beast they die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Laid in the grave like silly sheep,<br>Death feeds upon them there,<br>Till the last trumpet break their sleep<br>In terror and despair.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Watts">Isaac Watts</a><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=412964" data-title="Psalm 49 part 1 de Isaac Watts" data-description="v.6-14 C. M. Pride and death; or, The vanity of life and riches. Why doth the man of riches grow To insolence and pride, To see his wealth and honors flow With every rising tide? [Why doth he treat the poor with scorn, Made of the self-same cla..."></div> </div> </div>

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