What is this life so full of care,
We don't have time to stand and stare.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

This man has talent, that man genius
And here's the strange and cruel difference:
Talent gives pence and his reward is gold,
Genius gives gold and gets no more than pence.

Now shall I walk or shall I ride?
'Ride,' Pleasure said;
'Walk,' Joy replied.

I love thee for a heart that’s kind--not for the knowledge in thy mind.

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows...