 | The Poetical Works of William Drummond of Hawthornden
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[The Instabilitie of Mortall Glorie.]
Triumphant Arches, Statues crown'd with Bayes,
Proude Obeliskes, Tombes of the vastest frame,
Colosses, brasen Atlases of Fame,
Phanes vainelie builded to vaine Idoles praise;
States, which vnsatiate Mindes in blood doe raise,
From the Crosse-starres vnto the Articke Teame,
Alas! and what wee write to keepe our Name,
Like Spiders Caules are made the sport of Dayes:
All onely constant is in constant Change,
What done is, is vndone, and when vndone,
Into some other figure doeth it range;
Thus moues the restlesse World beneath the Moone:
Wherefore (my Minde) aboue Time, Motion, Place,
Thee raise, and Steppes, not reach'd by Nature trace.
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