The Vanity of all worldly things

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 
On brittle Earth a Consolation sound?
What is't in honour to be set on high?
No, they like Beasts and Sons of men shall dye: 
And whil'st they live, how oft doth turn their fate, 
He's now a captive, that was King of late.
What is't in wealth, great Treasures to obtain?
No, that's but labour, anxious care and pain,
He heaps up riches, and he heaps up sorrow,
It's his to day, but who's his heir to morrow?
What then ? Content in pleasures canst thou find, 
More vain than all, that's but to grasp the wind. 
The sensual senses for a time they please,
Mean while the conscience rage, who shall appease 
What is't in beauty? No that's but a snare,
They're foul enough to day, that once were fair.
What is't in flowring youth, or manly age?
The first is prone to vice, the last to rage.
Where is it then, in wisdom, learning arts?
Sure if on earth, it must be in those parts:
Yet these the wisest man of men did find 
But vanity, vexation of mind.
And he that knowes the most, doth still bemoan 
He knows not all that here is to be known.
What is it then, to doe as Stoicks tell,
Nor laugh, nor weep, let things go ill or well.
Such Stoicks are but Stocks such teaching vain,
While man is man, he shall have ease or pain.
If not in honour, beauty, age nor treasure,
Nor yet in learning, wisdome, youth nor pleasure, 
Where shall I climb, sound, seek, search or find 
That Summum Bonum which may stay my mind? 
There is a path, no vultures eye hath seen,
Where Lion fierce, nor lions whelps have been, 
Which leads unto that living Crystal Fount,
Who drinks thereof, the world doth nought account. 
The depth and sea have said tis not in me,
With pearl and gold, it shall not valued be.
For Saphire, Onix, Topaz who would change:
Its hid from eyes of men, they count it strange. 
Death and destruction the fame hath heard,
But wdiere and what it is, from heaven's declar'd,
It brings to honour, which shall ne're decay,
It stores with wealth which time can't wear away.
It yieldeth pleasures far beyond conceit,
And truly beautifies without deceit,
Nor strength, nor wisdome nor fresh youth shall fade 
Nor death shall see, but are immortal made.
This pearl of price, this tree of life, this spring 
Who is possessed of, shall reign a King.