For works with similar titles, see Pleasure.
PLEASURE.
Away! unstable, fleeting Pleasure,
Thou troublesome and gilded treasure;
When the false jewel changes hue,
There's naught, O Man, that's left for you!
What many grasp at with such joy,
Is but her shade, a foolish toy;
She is not found at every court,
At every ball, and every sport,
But in that heart she loves to rest,
That's with a guiltless conscience blest.
Thou troublesome and gilded treasure;
When the false jewel changes hue,
There's naught, O Man, that's left for you!
What many grasp at with such joy,
Is but her shade, a foolish toy;
She is not found at every court,
At every ball, and every sport,
But in that heart she loves to rest,
That's with a guiltless conscience blest.