Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Vanitas Vanitatis lyrics

Lame, impotent conclusion to youth's dreams Vast as all heaven! See, what glory lies Entangled here in these base stratagems, What virtue done to d**h! O glorious sighs, Sublime beseechings, high cajoleries, Fond wraths, brave raptures, all that sometime was Our daily bread of gods beneath the skies, How are ye ended, in what utter loss! Time was, time is, and time is yet to come, Till even time itself shall have an end. These were eternal--and behold, a tomb. Come, let us laugh and eat and drink. God send What all the world must need one day as we, Speedy oblivion, rest for memory.