“O lust, thou infernal fire, whose fuel is gluttony; whose flame is pride, whose sparkles are wanton words; whose smoke is infamy; whose ashes are uncleanness; whose end is hell.” EndsHellFirePrideLustSmokeFlamesFuelAshesSparkleGluttonyWantonInfamy Book:The Poetical Works of Richard Crashaw and Quarles' Emblems Source: The Poetical Works of Richard Crashaw and Quarles' Emblems
“Man ever talks, and Man ever dreams Of better days that are yet to be, After glittering goal, that distant gleams, Running and racing untiringly. The worldly may grow old and young as it will, But the Hope of man is Improvement still. Hope bears him into life in her arms, She flutters around the boy's young bloom, The soul of youth with her magic warms, Nor rests with age in the silent tomb; For ends man his weary course at the grave, There plants he Hope o'er his ashes to wave.” MenMayStillsSoulEndsDreamRunningAgeYoungCoursesHopeGrowsGoalBoysMagicYouthArmsBearsPlantSilentWaveImprovementGravesRacingAshesWearyWorldlyTombsGleamBetter Days Author:Friedrich Schiller