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VANITAS! VANITATUM VANITAS! - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Goethe’s Works, vol. 1 (Poems) [1885]

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Goethe’s Works, illustrated by the best German artists, 5 vols. (Philadelphia: G. Barrie, 1885). Vol. 1.

Part of: Goethe’s Works, 5 vols.

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VANITAS! VANITATUM VANITAS!

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    • MY trust in nothing now is plac’d,
    • Hurrah!
    • So in the world true joy I taste,
    • Hurrah!
    • Then he who would be a comrade of mine
    • Must rattle his glass, and in chorus combine,
    • Over these dregs of wine.
    • I plac’d my trust in gold and wealth,
    • Hurrah!
    • But then I lost all joy and health,
    • Lack-a-day!
    • Both here and there the money roll’d,
    • And when I had it here, behold,
    • From there had fled the gold!
    • I plac’d my trust in women next,
    • Hurrah!
    • But there in truth was sorely vex’d,
    • Lack-a-day!
    • The False another portion sought,
    • The True with tediousness were fraught,
    • The Best could not be bought.
    • My trust in travels then I plac’d,
    • Hurrah!
    • And left my native land in haste,
    • Lack-a-day!
    • But not a single thing seem’d good,
    • The beds were bad, and strange the food,
    • And I not understood.
    • I plac’d my trust in rank and fame,
    • Hurrah!
    • Another put me straight to shame,
    • Lack-a-day!
    • And as I had been prominent,
    • All scowl’d upon me as I went,
    • I found not one content.
    • I plac’d my trust in war and fight,
    • Hurrah!
    • We gain’d full many a triumph bright,
    • Hurrah!
    • Into the foeman’s land we cross’d,
    • We put our friends to equal cost,
    • And there a leg I lost.
    • My trust is plac’d in nothing now,
    • Hurrah!
    • At my command the world must bow,
    • Hurrah!
    • And as we’ve ended feast and strain,
    • The cup we’ll to the bottom drain;
    • No dregs must there remain!