Part with it as with money, sparing ; pay
No moment, but in purchase of its worth ;
And what its worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.
Part with it as with life, reluctant big;
With only hope of nobler time to come;
Time higher aim'd, still nearer the great mark
Of men and angels; virtue more divine.
Is this our duty, wisdom, glory, gain?
(These heav'n benign in vital union binds)
And sport we like the natives of the bough,
When vernal suns inspire ? Amusement reigns
Man's great demand: To trifle is to live :
And is it then a trifle, too, to die
Thou say'st I preach, LORENZO ! 'Tis confest.
What, if for once, I preach thee quite awake?
Who wants amusement in the flame of battle?
Is it not treason, to the soul immortal,
Her foes in arms, eternity the prize ?
Will toys amuse, when med'cines cannot cure?
When spirits ebb, when life's enchanting scenes
Their lustre lose, and lessen in our sight,
As lands, and cities with their glitt'ring spires,
C1,? To the poor shatter'd bark, by sudden storm
Thrown off to sea, and soon to perish there?
Will Toys amuse ? No: Thrones will then be toys,
And earth and skies seem dust upon the scale.
Redeem we time?-Its loss we dearly buy.
What pleads Lorenzo for his high-priz'd sports?
He pleads time's num'rous blanks; he loudly pleads
The straw-like trifles on life's common stream.