Homo fallito, pien di van pensieri
Dost thou not, fallen man, thy state perceive?
Thus wasting in vain thoughts thy Life away?
Dost thou not know — Riches — Power deceive
And the world's pleasures tempt but to betray?
A Pilgrim here — o'er Times quick flight dost grieve
Yet blindly wander amid snares astray?
Though dying old, scarce born — doomed all to leave
Yet where thou goest know not — nor thy stay.
Bethink thee of thyself! 'tis not too late
O'er the next moment thou hast no controul;
Weigh transient joy, 'gainst endless pain and hate, —
Let not Life's precious hours in folly roll —
Remember! every day is full of fate —
To gain the whole world, would'st thou lose thy soul?
Thus wasting in vain thoughts thy Life away?
Dost thou not know — Riches — Power deceive
And the world's pleasures tempt but to betray?
A Pilgrim here — o'er Times quick flight dost grieve
Yet blindly wander amid snares astray?
Though dying old, scarce born — doomed all to leave
Yet where thou goest know not — nor thy stay.
Bethink thee of thyself! 'tis not too late
O'er the next moment thou hast no controul;
Weigh transient joy, 'gainst endless pain and hate, —
Let not Life's precious hours in folly roll —
Remember! every day is full of fate —
To gain the whole world, would'st thou lose thy soul?
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