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A garden of graue and godlie flowers

Sonets, elegies, and epitaphs. Planted, polished, and perfected: By Mr. Alexander Gardyne
  

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A description of the fragilitie of man.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

A description of the fragilitie of man.

What be we wratches but,
A Masse of putrid mold,
VVhich vgly wormes and wild deuoures,
VVhen we are dead, and cold,
Borne in this wofull vail,
Jn moments, ar nought Men,
And in a period, departs?
VVhat are we nothing then,
Learne then to die, and let,
Not hope of youth, nor years,
Delude the least, the Fates, ay ferce,
That Man nor Beast forbeares,


Come on thee suddaine shall,
And warne thee vn-a-ware,
For mortall none, tho neere so wise,
From those excemed are.
Time flees, your gilt does grow,
Death at your doores does call,
Then take your time, and learne in time
To liue Perpetuall.
For you are nought, bot like
Dust driven with wind away,
And like vnto a brittle glasse,
Or shaddows fleing ay.
Or Roses redolent,
That in the morning shines,
And when the night draws neere anone,
Their pleasant tincture tines.
Now liuely-like anone,
Feasts for the creeping fry,
Now strong and fair, and now anone
A lump but life we ly.
T'accumulat great goods,
or what does profit vs
Jemm's, Jewels, Silver, Gold,
And all apparrell pretious?
What Scepters, Crowns, Estat's,
Or Kingdoms great to guide?
And what in Princelie Palaces
Shall buit vs to abide?
And others in our pryde,
What helps it to despise?
Or to account our selfs like to,
The Lord alone most wise.


If dreadfull Death shall come,
Most horrible and haw,
And with her Syth, (that here you see)
All which GOD made shall maw.
Or if like earthlie dust,
Or slyding shaddows, wee
O wretched misers miserable,
Shall fall away and flee.
And all the pride of flesh,
And this small glance of glore,
Shall in the day of Death departe,
Without returning more.