Lychnocausia Sive Moralia Facum Emblemata: Lights Morall Emblems: Authore Roberto Farlaeo Scoto-Britanno [i.e. by Robert Farley] |
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Lychnocausia | ||
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[My Light into a snuffe is almost turn'd]
My Light into a snuffe is almost turn'd,
And now the candle to smoaking ashes burn'd,
Behold another Light stands ready by,
Which to enjoy my place will make me dye.
Yet not unpunish'd it puts out my breath,
My very ashes doe revenge my death.
And now the candle to smoaking ashes burn'd,
Behold another Light stands ready by,
Which to enjoy my place will make me dye.
Yet not unpunish'd it puts out my breath,
My very ashes doe revenge my death.
So doth the sonne his Father make away,
If not with sword, with griefe, before his day,
That he his Fathers goods and meanes may joy,
Which Nemesis revenging doth convoy.
For oft the spendthrifts goods so evill gotten
Are spent before his Fathers bones are rotten.
If not with sword, with griefe, before his day,
That he his Fathers goods and meanes may joy,
Which Nemesis revenging doth convoy.
For oft the spendthrifts goods so evill gotten
Are spent before his Fathers bones are rotten.
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