Edward Young,
The Poetical Works of Edward Young…
“ Could he not boast of glory moreThan sparkles from a crown. When human glory rises highAs human glory can;When, though the king is truly great,Still greater is the man; The man is dead, where virtue fails;And though the monarch proudIn grandeur shines, his gorgeous robeIs but a gaudy shroud. Wisdom! where art thou? None on earth,Though grasping wealth, fame, power,But what, O death! through thy approach,Is wiser every hour; Approach how swift, how unconfin'd! ”
