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Hos ego versiculos.
Like
to the damaske Rose you see,
Or like the blossome on the tree,
Or like the daintie flowre of May,
Or like the Morning to the day,
Or like the Sunne, or like the shade,
Or like the Gourd which Ionas had,
Euen such is man whose thred is spunne,
Drawne out and cut, and so is done.
Or like the blossome on the tree,
Or like the daintie flowre of May,
Or like the Morning to the day,
Or like the Sunne, or like the shade,
Or like the Gourd which Ionas had,
Euen such is man whose thred is spunne,
Drawne out and cut, and so is done.
The Rose withers, the blossome blasteth;
The flowre fades, the morning hasteth;
The Sunne sets; the shadow flies,
The Gourd consumes, and man he dies.
The flowre fades, the morning hasteth;
The Sunne sets; the shadow flies,
The Gourd consumes, and man he dies.
Like to the blaze of fond delight;
Or like a morning cleare and bright;
Or like a frost, or like a showre,
Or like the pride of Babels Towre,
Or like the houre that guides the time,
Or like to beauty in her prime;
Euen such is man, whose glorie lends
His life a blaze or two, and ends.
Or like a morning cleare and bright;
Or like a frost, or like a showre,
Or like the pride of Babels Towre,
Or like the houre that guides the time,
Or like to beauty in her prime;
Euen such is man, whose glorie lends
His life a blaze or two, and ends.
Delights vanish; the morne o're casteth,
The frost breakes, the shower basteth,
The Tower fals, the flowre spends,
The beauty fades, and mans life ends.
The frost breakes, the shower basteth,
The Tower fals, the flowre spends,
The beauty fades, and mans life ends.
Finis.
Fr. Qu.
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