Young Generous Pair,
Despise the Joys that Fools pursue;
Bubbles are light and brittle too,
Born of the Water and the Air.
Try'd by a Standard Bold and Just
Honour and Gold are Paint and Dust;
How vile the last is, and as vain the first:
Things that the Crowd calls Great and Brave,
With me how low their Value's brought!
Titles, and Names, and Life, and Breath,
Slaves to the Wind and born for Death;
The Soul's the only Thing We have
Worth an Important Thought.