Methinks I am a prophet new inspired
And thus, expiring, do foretell of him:
His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last,
For violent fires soon burn out themselves;
Small show'rs last long, but sudden storms are short;
He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes;
With eager feeding doth choke the feeder;
Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,
Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
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At first, heard solemn o'er the verge of Heaven,
The Tempest growls; but as it nearer comes,
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At first, heard solemn o'er the verge of Heaven,
The Tempest growls; but as it nearer comes,
And rolls its awful burden on the wind,
The Lightnings flash a larger curve, and more
The Noise astounds; till overhead a sheet
Of livid flame discloses wide, then shuts,
And opens wider; shuts and opens still
Expansive, wrapping ether in a blaze.
Follows the loosen'd aggravated Roar,
Enlarging, deepening, mingling, peal on peal,
Crush'd, horrible, convulsing Heaven and Earth.
The only cure for vanity is laughter, and the only fault that's laughable is vanity.
The only cure for vanity is laughter, and the only fault that's laughable is vanity.
And not a vanity is given in vain.
And not a vanity is given in vain.
Nay, but make haste, the better foot before.
Nay, but make haste, the better foot before.
Haste is slow.
[Lat., Festinatio tarda est.]
Haste is slow.
[Lat., Festinatio tarda est.]
Cure yourself of the affliction of caring how you appear to others. Concern yourself only with how you appear before read more
Cure yourself of the affliction of caring how you appear to others. Concern yourself only with how you appear before God, Concern yourself only with the idea that God may have of you.
Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all
is vanity.
Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all
is vanity.
I go, I go, look how I go,
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.
I go, I go, look how I go,
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.
Why, now blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark!
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
Why, now blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark!
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
