Disdain at the vanity of the world
Begone world with your vanity!
I give you my farewell:
There is another world for me/
Where my tired soul would dwell;
Your gaudy baubles are a lie;
Poor wretch who in your snares must die;
You barren world, goodbye!
Pleasure Though Nain of pleasures you are named,
Their burden pains us all:
The joy and sweetness for you claimed
Are nought but bitter gall.
Your gaudy baubles are a lie;
Poor wretch who in your snares must die;
You blinding world, goodbye!
Honour Your honour is a cloud which gleams/
But swiftly drifts away.
That changes with each breeze it seems/
And lasts a single day.
Your gaudy baubles are a lie;
Poor wretch who in your snares must die;
You bare-faced world, goodbye!
Riches Your riches are a short-lived loan/
A stream that swiftly strains,
Where back and forth the waves are thrown;
With no one at the reins.
Your gaudy baubles are a lie;
Poor wretch who in your snares must die;
You brazen world, goodbye!
Trust How certain is your faithfulness?
How long-lived is your peace?
Your faith’s distress and faithlessness,
Peace strife that does not cease.
Your gaudy baubles are a lie;
Poor wretch who in your snares must die;
You bogus world, goodbye!
Farewell! Your flattery I scorn/
And view it with disdain.
Your risky ways I have forsworn :
I mock your splendour vain.
Your gaudy baubles are a lie;
Poor wretch who in your snares must die;
You barren world, goodbye!
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