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From u Emblems and other Devises , gathered , Englished arfd moralized , and diverse , newly demised by Geffrey Wkitney ^—a Frienrt of Sir Philip Sidney . Omnis Caro Fccnum . All flesh is grass , and withereth like the hay :
To-day , man laughs , to-morrow , lies in clay . Then let him mark the frailty of his kind , For here his term is like a pufFof wind j Like bubbles small , that on the waters rise , Or like the flowVs whom Flora freshly
dyes . Yet in one day their glory all is gone : So wordiy pomp , which here we gaze upon : Which warnelh all that here their pageants play How well to live , but not how long to stay .
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Superest quod supra est . E ' en as a flow ' r , or like unto the grass , Which now doth stand , and strait with scythe doth fall ; So is our state : now here , now hence we
pass : For Time attends with shredding scythe for all . And Death , at length , both old and young doth strike , And into d \ ust doth turn us all alike .
let , if we mark how swift our race doth run , And weigh the cause why we created be ; Then shall we know when that this life is done , We shall be sure our country right to see . For here we are but strangers that must flit : The nearer home , the nearer to the pit .
O happy they , that , pondering this aright , Before that here their pilgrimage be past , Resign this world , and march with all their might , Within that path that leads where joys shall last :
And , whilst they may , there treasure up their store , Where , without rust , it lasts for evermore . This world must cliauge , that world shall still endure . Here pleasures fade ; there shall they endless he :
Here man doth sin , and there he shall be pure : Here death he tastes , and there shall never die : Here hath he grief , and tliere shall joys
possess , As Hone hath seen , nor any heart can P ^ l ^ JiK .
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ALEXANDER AND DIOGENES . Animus , non Res . What man is rich ? not he that doth abound . What man is poor ? not he that hath no store . But he is rich , that makes content his ground , And he is poor , that ' eovets more and more . Which proves the man was richer in the Tun Than was the king that many lands had won .
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SONNETS TO FAME . I . Fame the shadowing forth of Immortality * The names that long oblivion have defied , And wild commotion ' s- earth-appalling 1 shocks , Stand in lone £ * randeur , like eternal rocks
Casting" broad shadows o ' er th £ silent tide Of Time ' s unebbing flood , whose waters glide To unseen ocean , from its awful springy And waft along each light and earth-born tiling , Yet leave these monuments in lonelier pride . There stand they—fortresses up rear ed by man , Whose earthly frame is mortal—symbols high Of life unchanging , power that cannot die—Proof that our nature is not of a span , But in its holiest principles allied To life and love and joy un perish ing * . T . N . T .
II . The 3 fe ? nory of the Poets . The fame of those sweet bards whose fancies lie Like glorious clouds on summer ' s , holiest even . Fringing the west upon the skirts of heaven , And sprinkled o ' er with hues of rainbow Is not of trumpet sound—nor strives to * ire With martial notes sublime—from ages gone In most angelic strain it lengthens on Earth ' s greenest bowers with fresh delight to fill , Heard breathing from the silence of the sky Or trembling in the joy of gushing * rill ^ Or whispering o ' er the lakes unrippled breast—Till its last earthly melodies are still Husli'd 'mid the joys of immortality In the calm bosom of eternal lest . T . N . TT
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), March 2, 1818, page 209, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2474/page/57/
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