Ode to Vanity
Turn around, go back down,
Back the way you came.
Babylon is laid to waste,
Egypt's buried in her shame.
Their mighty men are all beaten down,
Their kings are fallen in their ways.
Oh God, pride of man,
Broken in the dust again.
- Pride of Man, Quicksilver Messenger Service
Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away".
- Ozymandias, Percy Bysshe Shelley