O wishèd wealth, O sugared joys,

O life when death is past;

Who loaths exchange of loss with gain? 5

Yet loath we death as hell.

What woeful wight would wish his woe?

Yet wish we here to dwell.

O Fancy frail, that feeds on earth,

And stays on slippery joys; 10

O noble mind, O happy man,

That can contemn such toys!