Shorten life, and health destroy?

Where’s the profit or the pleasure,

Hoarding what you ne’er enjoy?

Why, for Mammon’s paltry proffers,

Sell thyself to sin a slave,

Can the wealth which swells thy coffers,

Buy exemption from the grave?

Since the thread of life is brittle

Heed the poet’s moral song,

“Man in this world needs but little,