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[What if a day or a month or a zeere]
What if a day or a month or a zeere
Crown thy desire with a thousand wisched contentings
Can not the chance of ane nicht or ane houre,
Crosse thy delightes with a thowsand sad tormentings?
Fortune, honour, bewtie, zouth are but blossomes dying
Wanton plesoures, dotting loue are but shadowes flying:
All our joyes are but toyes idle thoughtes deceauing,
None hes power of an houre in thair lyues bereauing.
Crown thy desire with a thousand wisched contentings
Can not the chance of ane nicht or ane houre,
Crosse thy delightes with a thowsand sad tormentings?
Fortune, honour, bewtie, zouth are but blossomes dying
Wanton plesoures, dotting loue are but shadowes flying:
All our joyes are but toyes idle thoughtes deceauing,
None hes power of an houre in thair lyues bereauing.
Earth's but a point of the World, and a man
Is but a poynt of the Earths compared centure.
Shall than the poynt of a poynt be so vaine
As to delight in a sillie poynts aventure?
All is hazard that wee haue, here is nothing byding:
Dayes of pleasures ar but stremes throgh fair medowes glyding
Well or wo tyme dois go, in tyme is no returning,
Secreete fates guydes our states, both in mirth and murning.
Is but a poynt of the Earths compared centure.
Shall than the poynt of a poynt be so vaine
As to delight in a sillie poynts aventure?
All is hazard that wee haue, here is nothing byding:
Dayes of pleasures ar but stremes throgh fair medowes glyding
Well or wo tyme dois go, in tyme is no returning,
Secreete fates guydes our states, both in mirth and murning.
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