THE rosy chaplets which my head adorn, And richest garments on my body worn, In beauty and in substance must decay, And by degrees shall all consume away. The meats and drinks which do my life sustain, Nature in certain hours expels again. We of no outward blessings are secure, They cannot Time's nor Fortune's shocks endure. For all my worldly goods are subject still To a thief's mercy, or oppressor's will: But Sacred Learning treasur'd in the mind, When all things else forsake me, stays behind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE FOREIGN LANDS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON YARROW UNVISITED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS THE WANDERER by MATHILDE BLIND AT ALTON BAY by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH |