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1. Brethren, why toil ye thus for toys
And reckon trash for treasure;
Call gay deceptions solid joys,
Intoxication pleasure?
2. If more refined amusements please,
As knowledge, arts, or learning,
A moment puts an end to these,
And sometimes short's the warning.
3. What balm could wretches ever find
In wit, to heal affliction?
Or who can cure a troubled mind
With all the pomp of diction?
3. Reflect, what trifles ye pursue,
So anxious and so heedful;
For after all (you'll find it true),
There is but one thing needful.
