Fools' Gold

Forsooth I look on all mankind  
God’s breath! Wouldst thou deem me blind?  
To see not what ails thee in thy fear  
To cast an eye or lend an ear  
 
I trow, behold, the lies and jest  
The cursed ones never knowing rest  
Who wean their follies on their brothers  
Think of themselves and never others  
 
Save it brings them profit vast  
Those who fear death’s call at last  
Then think it will make perfect sense  
To make amends and recompense?  
 
Know thou these fools who seek but gold  
Will tremble as the day grows old  
Who prostrate themselves at heaven’s gate  
Will then be judged too late, too late!