Away! unstable, fleeting Pleasure, Thou troublesome and g0lided treasure; When the false jewel changes hue, There's naught, O man, that's left for you! What many grasp at with such joy, Is but her shade, a foolish toy; She is not found at every court, At every ball, and every sport, But in that heart she loves to rest, That's with a guiltless conscience blest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |