Vanity Poem by Hezekiah Tiamiyu

Heirs of Adam, what lust thou after?
The gold of the earth which I made?
The life I gave and could take?
I hath given to you something better,
Which four-score lineage will use forever
But lo ye hath let it fade
All but for today's cake
Which is better? Now or hereafter?

For what shall it profit you
If you gain the world and lose your soul?
Haven't you heard? All is vanity!
Tell them! Their time is almost due!
Leave the world, let me take control!
Else, everything is vanity!