But what most showed the vanity of life Was to behold the nations all on fire. - James Thomson

Their only labour was to kill the time;
And labour dire it is, and weary woe,
They sit, they loll, turn o'er some idle rhyme,
Then, rising sudden, to the glass they go,
Or saunter forth, with tottering steps and slow.

A bard here dwelt, more fat than bard becomes Who void of envy, guile and lust of gain,
On virtue still and nature's pleasing themes Poured forth his unpremeditated strain.

Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.