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XI.
O! Happiness, thou empty Name!
Say, art thou bought by Gold or Fame?
What art thou Gold, but shining Earth?
Thou common Fame, but common Breath?
O! Happiness, thou empty Name!
Say, art thou bought by Gold or Fame?
What art thou Gold, but shining Earth?
Thou common Fame, but common Breath?
XII.
If Virtue contradict the Voice
Of publick Fame, Applause is Noise;
Ev'n Victors are by Conquest curst,
The bravest Warrior is the worst.
If Virtue contradict the Voice
Of publick Fame, Applause is Noise;
Ev'n Victors are by Conquest curst,
The bravest Warrior is the worst.
XIII.
Look round on all that Man below
Idly calls Great, and all is Show!
All, to the Coffin from our Birth,
In this vast Toy-shop of the Earth.
Look round on all that Man below
Idly calls Great, and all is Show!
All, to the Coffin from our Birth,
In this vast Toy-shop of the Earth.
XIV.
