Du Bartas His Divine Weekes And Workes with A Compleate Collectio[n] of all the other most delight-full Workes: Translated and written by yt famous Philomusus: Iosvah Sylvester |
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46 Monstrum horrendum.
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46 Monstrum horrendum.
VVhat Monster's that which hath so many Heads;So many Ears, so many Eies between;
So lively clad before in lusty Green;
So black behinde, in cloudy Cloak of Shreds;
His feet so sliding down a round steep Hill;
Rouled by Time, which turns it swift away;
Death, running after, shooteth at it still?
Ah! now I see. What is't? The World, I say.
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