"Riches chance may take or give; Beauty lives a day, and dies; Honour lulls us while we live; Mirth's a cheat and pleasure flies. Is there nothing worth our care, Time, and chance, and death, our foes? If our joys so fleeting are, Are we only tied to woes? Let bright virtue answer, No; Her eternal powers prevail, When honours, riches, cease to flow, And beauty, mirth, and pleasure fail." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO JANE: KEEN STARS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY WHAT THE ENGINE SAYS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON WHEN LOVE MEETS LOVE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 10 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE PATRIOT by GEORGE BUBB DODINGTON HIGH AND LOW by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |