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[It's true indeede this age is very strange]
It's
true indeede this age is very strange,
For why? behold great men of ritch renowne,
Time comes by turnes with vnexpected change,
And from their Tower of pride doth pull them downe:
Then what are we? but fooles of selfe-conceate,
All what we haue stands in a stag'ring state.
For why? behold great men of ritch renowne,
Time comes by turnes with vnexpected change,
And from their Tower of pride doth pull them downe:
Then what are we? but fooles of selfe-conceate,
All what we haue stands in a stag'ring state.
Wee weeping come into this world of cares,
And all our life's but battels of distresse,
Scarse is our prime when wint'ring age declares
What weightie griefe our body doth oppresse,
Bred with sinne, borne with woe, our life is paine,
Which still attends vs to our Graue againe,
And all our life's but battels of distresse,
Scarse is our prime when wint'ring age declares
What weightie griefe our body doth oppresse,
Bred with sinne, borne with woe, our life is paine,
Which still attends vs to our Graue againe,
Then earthly slime wherein consists thy pride?
Sith all thy glory goes into the ground,
That bed of wormes wherein thou shalt abide,
Thy fairest face most filthy shall be found:
Our sunne-shine joyes, time swiftly sweepes away,
This night we liue, and dies before the day.
Sith all thy glory goes into the ground,
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Thy fairest face most filthy shall be found:
Our sunne-shine joyes, time swiftly sweepes away,
This night we liue, and dies before the day.
Homo natus de muliere breui tempore viuens
repletur multis miserijs.
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