Run bustling to and fro with foolish haste,
In search of pleasures vain that from them fly,
Or which, obtained, the caitiffs do not taste.”
If, with Churchill, we stand as
“Spectators only on this bustling stage,
We see what vain designs mankind engage:
Vice after vice with ardour they pursue,
And one old folly brings forth twenty new....
Squirrels for nuts contend, and, wrong or right,
For the world’s empire, kings, ambitious, fight.