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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[A thousand evils this my life doth spend]
A thousand evils this my life doth spend,
At length fierce Boreas thereto puts an end:
My light, my heat, my flame and all is past;
Onely, whilst breath remaines, my hope doth last.
At length fierce Boreas thereto puts an end:
My light, my heat, my flame and all is past;
Onely, whilst breath remaines, my hope doth last.
This life of ours is tost to and againe,
Time and unconstant Fortune workes our bane:
Care kils us, griefe, diseases doth outweare
This life, Death dragges us to the dolefull biere.
Fortune takes what she in the morning gave;
Or enemies robbe and spoile what e're we have;
Strength, beauty perish honours flye away,
False friends, when meanes are gone, they will not stay:
Hope's onely constant in adversity,
Before she's kild by death, she will not fly.
Time and unconstant Fortune workes our bane:
Care kils us, griefe, diseases doth outweare
This life, Death dragges us to the dolefull biere.
Fortune takes what she in the morning gave;
Or enemies robbe and spoile what e're we have;
Strength, beauty perish honours flye away,
False friends, when meanes are gone, they will not stay:
Hope's onely constant in adversity,
Before she's kild by death, she will not fly.
Lychnocausia | ||