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...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR REMEMBERING HOW TO LIVE WITHOUT YOU by JAMES GALVIN DESPAIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN SAN MARCO, VENEZIA by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE PROGRESS OF POETRY; A VARIATION by MATTHEW ARNOLD |