Lychnocausia Sive Moralia Facum Emblemata: Lights Morall Emblems: Authore Roberto Farlaeo Scoto-Britanno [i.e. by Robert Farley] |
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[When first my light did shine, you lik'd me well.]
When first my light did shine, you lik'd me well.Now that is gone; you hate my loathsome smell;
You with prolongers made me live, and art
Preserv'd my light; but now Time acts his part,
Triumphant Time, shewes now my glasse is runne,
(What way God knowes) I finde my threed is spunne;
Envy hath playd its part, and I doe goe
To Coffin: as I doe, all must doe so.
Time breaths a shrewd and life-bereaving blast,
Yet upward flyes my light, where it shall last.
I'me glad to part from body, which I lov'd
So deere, that many wayes and arts I prov'd
The mudwall to maintaine, and body save,
But yet in spight of me t'will go to grave.
This is my comfort, Body, that thy tombe
Which is thy grave, shall be thy mothers wombe
To bring thee once againe unto the light,
And life, which death shall never know, or night:
Then be content, though you and I depart:
Yet Soule and Body still shall have one heart.
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