- What is this life if, full of care,
- We have no time to stand and stare?
WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES, Leisure
- When I had money, money, O!
- I knew no joy till I went poor;
- For many a false man as a friend
- Came knocking all day at my door.
WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES, Money
- Pleasure's a Moth, that sleeps by day
- And dances by false glare at night;
- But Joy's a Butterfly, that loves
- To spread its wings in Nature's light.
WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES, Joy and Pleasure