As he said vanity, so vain say I Oh! Vanity, o vain all under sky; Where is the man can say, Lo, I have found a brittle earth a consolation sound? What isn’t in honor to be set high? No, the like beast and sons of men shall die, And while they live, how often do they turn their fate: He’s now a captive that was king of late. What isn’t in wealth great treasures to obtain? No, that’s but labor, anxious care and pain; He heaps up riches, and......