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My prime of youth is but a frost of cares
My prime of youth is but a frost of cares
My feast of joye is but a dish of paine
My feast of joye is but a dish of paine
My crops of corne is but a field of Tares
My crope of corne is but a field of Tares
and all my good is but vaine hope of gaine
and all my good is but vaine hope of gaine


The daie is freed, & yet I sawe no sunne
The daie is fleed, & yet I sawe no sunne
and now I live, & now my life is donne
and now I live, & now my life is donne


The spring is past, and yet it has not sprung
The spring is past, and yet it has not sprung
The ffruite is x, and yet the leaves are greene
The ffruite is dead, and yet the leaves are greene
My youth is gone, and yet I am but younge
My youth is gone, and yet I am but younge
I sawe the worlde, and yet I was not seene
I sawe the worlde, and yet I was not seene
My thread is cutt, & yett it is not spunne
My thread is cutt, & yett it is not spunne
And now I live, and now my life is donne
And nowe I live, and now my life is donne


I sought my death, and found it in my wombe
I sought my death, and found it in my wombe
I lookt for life, and sawe it was a shade
I look't for liffe, and sawe it was a shade
I trodd the Earth, & know it was my Tombe
I trodd the Earth, & knowe it was my Tombe
and now I dye, and now I am But made
and now I dye, and nowe I am But made
The glass is full, & now my glasse is rune
The glasse is full, & nowe ye glasse is rune
And now I live, and now my life is done
And now I live, and now my life is done

Latest revision as of 20:53, 16 July 2017

Chidiok Tichbourne verses which he made in the tower before his execucon

My prime of youth is but a frost of cares My feast of joye is but a dish of paine My crope of corne is but a field of Tares and all my good is but vaine hope of gaine

The daie is fleed, & yet I sawe no sunne and now I live, & now my life is donne

The spring is past, and yet it has not sprung The ffruite is dead, and yet the leaves are greene My youth is gone, and yet I am but younge I sawe the worlde, and yet I was not seene My thread is cutt, & yett it is not spunne And nowe I live, and now my life is donne

I sought my death, and found it in my wombe I look't for liffe, and sawe it was a shade I trodd the Earth, & knowe it was my Tombe and now I dye, and nowe I am But made The glasse is full, & nowe ye glasse is rune And now I live, and now my life is done