Such are the men whom worldly eyes admire,
Cut down by time, and now become a Story,
That we might after better things aspire.
Go boast thyself of what thy heart enjoys,
Vain Man! triumph in all thy worldly Bliss:
Thy best Enjoyments are but Trash and Toys;
Delight thyself in that which worthless is.
Omnia prætereunt præter amare Deum.