Art Indeed Is Long, But Life Is

How Vainly Men Themselves Amaze, / To Win The Palm, The Oak, Or Bays; / And Their Incessant Labours See / Crowned From Some Single Herb Or Tree.

Thus, Though We Cannot Make Our Sun Stand Still, Yet We Will Make Him Run

So Much One Man Can Do That Does Both Act And Know.

Twas Beyond A Mortal's Share To Wander Solitary There: Two Paradises 'twere In One To Live In Paradise Alone.

And Yonder All Before Us Lie Deserts Of Vast Eternity.