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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[What e're my stat's, my love proves constant still]
What e're my stat's, my love proves constant still
To this my Soule, we part against our will;
Or when fierce Boreas with his blustering gale,
Or some mischance my lovely sight doth quale:
Else I and Light my life, would never part,
Before to ashes fates did me convert.
To this my Soule, we part against our will;
Or when fierce Boreas with his blustering gale,
Or some mischance my lovely sight doth quale:
Else I and Light my life, would never part,
Before to ashes fates did me convert.
Nature commands us to maintaine our breath
And being, shunning life-destroying death.
Yet man from Atropus oft takes the knife,
And cuts his fatall thred devouring life:
For why, he fearing death before his day,
Before th' allarum, makes himselfe away.
Ah wretch! unworthy to behold the skye,
Who will not live, and knowes not how to dye.
And being, shunning life-destroying death.
Yet man from Atropus oft takes the knife,
And cuts his fatall thred devouring life:
For why, he fearing death before his day,
Before th' allarum, makes himselfe away.
Ah wretch! unworthy to behold the skye,
Who will not live, and knowes not how to dye.
Lychnocausia | ||