Unhappy  like most mistaken Things,
Attones not for that  which it brings.
In  alone its empty Praise we boast,
But soon the short-liv'd Vanity is lost!
Like some fair  that in the  does rise,
And gaily blooms, but ev'n in blooming
What is this  which does our Cares employ?
The   that  enjoy;
'Tis most our  when 'tis most ;
The more we  the more is still :
The Fame with Pains we gain, but lose with ease;
Sure  to  but never  to ;
'Tis what the  the ;
By  'tis  and by !