Even this shall pass away

Mid the revels of his court, In the zenith of his sport, When the palms of all his guests, Burned with clapping at his jests, He, amid his figs and wine, Cried: “Oh, precious friends of mine, Pleasure comes, but not to stay — Even this shall pass away.”

Theodore Tilton

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