Then he, deluded youth! gave o’er
All hope to find the booty more.
Enrag’d condemns his cruel fate,
And wept his folly—but too late.
Thus foolish mortals waste their days,
In seeking pleasures, wealth, and praise;
They hunt for honours, titles, fame,
And risk their souls to gain a—name;
Chase every glitt’ring toy they spy,
Just as the Lad pursu’d the Fly,