^{5 Ref} That the singing of the wicked `is' short, And the joy of the profane for a moment,

^{6 Ref} Though his excellency go up to the heavens, And his head against a cloud he strike --

^{7 Ref} As his own dung for ever he doth perish, His beholders say: `Where `is' he?'

^{8 Ref} As a dream he fleeth, and they find him not, And he is driven away as a vision of the night,