This life is jolly, O! I envy no man's lot; My eyes can much admire, And still my heart crave not; There's no true joy in gold, It breeds desire for more; Whatever wealth man has, Desire can keep him poor. This life is jolly, O! Power has his fawning slaves, But if he rests his mind, Those wretches turn bold knaves. Fame's field is full of flowers, It dazzles as we pass, But men who walk that field Starve for the common grass. This life is jolly, O! Let others know they die, Enough to know I live, And make no question why; I care not whence I came, Nor whither I shall go; Let others think of these -- This life is jolly, O! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FUZZY-WUZZY' (SOUDAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCE) by RUDYARD KIPLING THE FOOL'S ADVENTURE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE TO MR. BARBAULD, NOVEMBER 14, 1778 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LONG CHERISHED GRIEF by MIRIAM BARRANGER AFTER HARVEST by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE SONNETS FOR NEW YORK CITY: 3 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH VERIS ET FAVONI by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN AN AMULET by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON FOUR EPISTLES: MIRACLE AT THE FEAST OF PENTECOST: 3 by JOHN BYROM |