A garden of graue and godlie flowers Sonets, elegies, and epitaphs. Planted, polished, and perfected: By Mr. Alexander Gardyne |
Comparison betwixt the bed and the Graue.
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A garden of graue and godlie flowers | ||
Comparison betwixt the bed and the Graue.
The bed, which most, for our repose we haue,Whair in the nat'ral night we softly, sleepe,
May fitly be, compared to the graue,
That these our corps, when they are cold, does keep,
And not vnto, that Den, or Dreadfull deepe,
Whairin the damn'd shall dying neuer dye,
Bot thair, in euer skalding lead, shall sleepe,
And euermoir, eternal Torments trie,
Jnto our Couch, we sensles seeme, and lie,
As if no braith, were in our breasts, nor braine,
Bot once our sleeping termes expir'd we spie,
And cleirly knowes, we liuely grow againe,
So in the graue (that of the dust is drest,
A little time, and then to rise) we rest.
A garden of graue and godlie flowers | ||