The world is a deadly enemy.
This enemy courts us.
It smiles - that it may deceive.
It kills - by embracing!
The world's music enchants us.
It has a golden apple in one hand and a dagger in the other hand!
Riches are but golden dust, which will sooner choke us, than satisfy us.
Riches are called thick clay, which will sooner break our back, than lighten our heart.
Marcia gave poison in sweet wine, to the emperor Commodus.
Such an aromatic cup does the world present us with - that we may drink and die.
The ivy, while it clasps about the oak, sucks away the heart of it; such are the world's embraces.
Like Judas, whom the world kisses - it betrays.
The world is a silken halter.
The world is a golden fetter.
Some have been drowned in the sweet waters of pleasure!
Others have been choked in silver mines!
Oh - ARM, ARM - against this flattering enemy!
~Thomas Watson~
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