The flower that smiles today 

Tomorrow dies 

All that we wished to stay 

Temps and then flies 

What is the worlds delight? 

Lightning that mocks the night 

Brief even as bright 



Virtue how frail it is 

Friendship too rare 

Love, how it sells poor bliss 

For proud despair 

But we, though soon they fall 

Survive the joy and all 

Which ours we call 



What is the worlds delight? 

Lightning that mocks the night 

Brief even as bright 

Whilst yet the calm hours creep 

Dream thou and from thy sleep 

Than wake to weep