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Samuel Johnson (Сэмюэл Джонсон)


The Vanity of Wealth


No more thus brooding o'er yon heap,
With avarice painful vigils keep:
Still unenjoy'd the present store,
Still endless sighs are breathed for more.
O! quit the shadow, catch the prize,
Which not all India's treasure buys!
To purchase with heaven has gold the power?
Can gold remove the mortal hour?
In life can love be bought with gold?
Are friendship's pleasures to be sold?
No! - all that's worth a wish - a thought,
Fair virtue gives unbribed, unbought,
Cease then on trash thy hopes to bind,
Let noble views engage thy mind.
With science tread the wondrous way,
Or learn the Muses' moral lay;
In social hours indulge thy soul,
Where mirth and temperance mix the bowl;
To virtuous love resign thy breast,
And be, by blessing beauty, - bless'd.
Thus taste the feast by Nature spread,
Ere youth and all its joys are fled;
Come taste with me the balm of life,
Secure from pomp, and wealth, and strife.
I boast whate'er for man was meant,
In health, and Stella, and content;
And scorn! (oh! let that scorn be thine!)
Mere things of clay, that dig the mine. 



Samuel Johnson's other poems:
  1. To Myrtilis - The New Year's Offering
  2. To Mrs. Thrale On Her Completing Her Thirty-Fifth Year
  3. On The Death Of Stephen Grey, F.R.S.
  4. On Hearing Miss Thrale Consulting with a Friend About a Gown and Hat
  5. Written At The Request Of A Gentleman To Whom A Lady Had Given A Sprig Of Myrtle


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