1. vanity
The Vanity of the World

False world, thou ly’st: thou canst not lend
          The least delight:
Thy favors cannot gain a friend,
          They are so slight:
Thy morning pleasures make an end
          To please at night:
Poor are the wants that thou supply’st,...

Poet: Francis Quarles
Vanity

The Sun comes up and the sun goes down,
And day and night are the same as one;
The year grows green, and the year grows brown,
And what is it all, when all is done?
Grains of sombre or shining sand,
Gliding into and out of the hand.

And men go...

Poet: Anonymous