Classic Poem

Swiftly water sweepeth by:
Swifter winged arrowes fly,
Swiftest yet, the winde that passes
When the nether clouds it chases.
But the joyes of earthly mindes,
Worldly pleasures, vain delights,
Far out-swift far sudden flights,
Waters, arrowes, and the windes.
What is the world? tell, Worldling (if thou know it),
If it be good, why do all ills o'erflow it?
If it be bad, why dost thou like it so?
If it be sweet, how comes it bitter then?
If it be bitter, what bewitcheth men?
If it be Friend, why kills it, as a Foe,
Vain-minded men that over-love and lust it?
If it be Foe, Fondling, how dar'st thou trust it?