Classic Poem

If good my verses are, they will augment
By fame the life which Fate already lent;
If bad why longer do I toyl in vain?
Could we indeed a double life obtain
Of Jove or his successive Destinie,
That this for pleasure, that for toyl might be,
Then might we reap the Joyes our Labours sow:
But since the Gods Man but one life allow,
And that more short then other things acquire,
Ah why our selves with labour do we tire?
How long to Gain and Arts will we apply
Our studies, and still more, more riches cry?
We have forgot that we all mortal are,
And what a little part of time we share.