The State of Man.Thisis the state of man: A passing shadowThrows down the baseless fabric of his joy:And when the tablet of his fleeting stateIs character’d with all felicity,Comes Malice, with a sponge moisten’d in gall,And wipes the beauteous images away.
The State of Man.Thisis the state of man: A passing shadowThrows down the baseless fabric of his joy:And when the tablet of his fleeting stateIs character’d with all felicity,Comes Malice, with a sponge moisten’d in gall,And wipes the beauteous images away.
Thisis the state of man: A passing shadowThrows down the baseless fabric of his joy:And when the tablet of his fleeting stateIs character’d with all felicity,Comes Malice, with a sponge moisten’d in gall,And wipes the beauteous images away.
Thisis the state of man: A passing shadowThrows down the baseless fabric of his joy:And when the tablet of his fleeting stateIs character’d with all felicity,Comes Malice, with a sponge moisten’d in gall,And wipes the beauteous images away.
Thisis the state of man: A passing shadowThrows down the baseless fabric of his joy:And when the tablet of his fleeting stateIs character’d with all felicity,Comes Malice, with a sponge moisten’d in gall,And wipes the beauteous images away.
Thisis the state of man: A passing shadow
Throws down the baseless fabric of his joy:
And when the tablet of his fleeting state
Is character’d with all felicity,
Comes Malice, with a sponge moisten’d in gall,
And wipes the beauteous images away.