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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 | 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 | 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 | 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 | 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 | And nowe I live, and now my life is donne | ||
I sought my death | 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 | |||
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