The Vanity Of Wealth Poem by Samuel Johnson

The Vanity Of Wealth

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No more thus brooding o'er yon heap,
With avarice painful vigils keep:
Still unenjoy'd the present store,
Still endless sighs are breathed for more.
O! quit the shadow, catch the prize,
Which not all India's treasure buys!
To purchase with heaven has gold the power?
Can gold remove the mortal hour?
In life can love be bought with gold?
Are friendship's pleasures to be sold?
No! - all that's worth a wish - a thought,
Fair virtue gives unbribed, unbought,
Cease then on trash thy hopes to bind,
Let noble views engage thy mind.
With science tread the wondrous way,
Or learn the Muses' moral lay;
In social hours indulge thy soul,
Where mirth and temperance mix the bowl;
To virtuous love resign thy breast,
And be, by blessing beauty, - bless'd.
Thus taste the feast by Nature spread,
Ere youth and all its joys are fled;
Come taste with me the balm of life,
Secure from pomp, and wealth, and strife.
I boast whate'er for man was meant,
In health, and Stella, and content;
And scorn! (oh! let that scorn be thine!)
Mere things of clay, that dig the mine.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bernard F. Asuncion 23 September 2017

Such an interesting poem worthy of reading.....

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Kumarmani Mahakul 23 September 2017

Can gold remove the mortal hour? In life can love be bought with gold? Are friendship's pleasures to be sold? No! - all that's worth a wish - a thought, Fair virtue gives unbribed, unbought, Cease then on trash thy hopes to bind, Let noble views engage thy mind.... great theme. Beautiful poem shared. Thanks to his soul for being selected this poem as the poem of the day.

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Susan Williams 23 September 2017

Now that was smoooooooothly said! ! ! Surprised me- - often the classic poems are stilted and over ornate for my tastes- -but this one went down so easy yet its message wasn't short-changed. Fantastic read and noble use of time and ink.

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Paul Amrod 23 September 2017

This poem should be sent to the war mongers and the monsters of the black gold and to an entire group of despicable Wall Street brokers. Coming from an old hippy I enjoy this man's attitude about dough.

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Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 23 September 2017

Can gold remove the mortal hour? In life can love be bought with gold? Are friendship's pleasures to be sold? No! - all that's worth a wish - a thought, The genius of Samuel Johnson shines through this poem.

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Kayode Are 23 September 2017

Noble thoughts; an invitation to virtuous love and a muse's moral lay.

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Edward Kofi Louis 23 September 2017

Muses' moral lay! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Samuel Johnson

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