Art Indeed Is Long, But Life Is

But At My Back I Always Hear Time's Winged Chariot Hurrying Near.

The World In All Doth But Two Nations Bear- The Good, The Bad; And These Mixed Everywhere.

Annihilating All That's Made, To A Green Thought In A Green Shade.

Art Indeed Is Long, But Life Is Short.

The Grave's A Fine And Private Place, But None, I Think, Do There Embrace.