Fame, Wealth, And Honour! What Are You

Conceit Is To Nature What Paint Is To Beauty; It Is Not Only Needless, But It Impairs What It Would Improve.

That Each From Other Differs, First Confess; Next That He Varies From Himself No Less.

Fickle Fortune Reigns, And, Undiscerning, Scatters Crowns And Chains.

Who Sees With Equal Eye, As God Of All, A Hero Perish Or A Sparrow Fall, Atoms Or Systems Into Ruin Hurl'd, And Now A Bubble Burst, And Now A World.

In Death A Hero, As In Life A Friend!