Are but a sounding, empty name:
That riches fly on wings away;
The brightest name will soon decay:
| Yet riches ne’er will satisfy, Tho’ e’er so certain, still they cloy The dupe, that on them doth rely. |
Still surer doth the sensualist
His pleasures, and his good resist;
With loss of health, misfortunes rues
The man, who sensual paths pursues:
For pleasures dissipate the mind,
Bring on diseases, death unkind;