Edward Young

Then lady Cynthia, mistress of the shade,
Goes, with the fashionable owls, to bed.

Then lady Cynthia, mistress of the shade,
Goes, with the fashionable owls, to bed.

Narcissus is the glory of his race:
For who does nothing with a better grace?

Narcissus is the glory of his race:
For who does nothing with a better grace?

A soul without reflection, like a pile
Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.

A soul without reflection, like a pile
Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.

The melancholy ghosts of dead renown,
Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.

The melancholy ghosts of dead renown,
Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.

On the soft bed of luxury most kingdoms have expired.

On the soft bed of luxury most kingdoms have expired.