Too mean this little globe for me,
Nor will I e'er contented be,
To feed of things so vain.
Its greatest treasures are but dross,
Its grandeur short, its pleasures curst,
Its joys all mixt with pain,
Its joys all mixt with pain.
Harmonia Americana: containing a concise introduction to the grounds of music; with a variety of airs, suitable fore divine worship and the use of musical societies; consisting of three and four parts #62