Fame, Wealth, And Honour! What Are You

The Heart Resolves This Matter In A Trice, "men Only Feel The Smart, But Not The Vice.

Ye Gods, Annihilate But Space And Time, And Make Two Lovers Happy.

Is There No Bright Reversion In The Sky, For Those Who Greatly Think Or Bravely Die?

Oh, Sons Of Earth! Attempt Ye Still To Rise. By Mountains Pil'd On Mountains To The Skies? Heav'n Still With Laughter The Vain Toil Surveys, And Buries Madmen In The Heaps They Raise.

The Finest Minds, Like The Finest Metals, Dissolve The Easiest.