Dirge
GLORIES, pleasures, pomps, delights, and ease,
Can but please
The outward senses, when the mind
Is untroubled or by peace refined.
Crowns may flourish and decay,
Beauties shine, but fade away.
Youth may revel, yet it must
Lie down in a bed of dust.
Earthly honours flow and waste,
Time alone doth change and last.
Sorrows mingled with contents prepare
Rest for care;
Love only reigns in death; though art
Can find no comfort for a broken heart.
Rezension I Buchbestellung I home II11 © LYRIKwelt