Thomas Nash: Adieu, Farewell Earth’s Bliss

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Thomas Nash: Adieu, Farewell Earth’s Bliss

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Adieu, farewell, earth's bliss; This world uncertain is; Fond are life's lustful joys; Death proves them all but toys; None from his darts can fly; I am sick, I must die Lord, have mercy on us! Rich men, trust not in wealth Gold cannot buy you health; Physic himself must fade All things to end are made The plague full swift goes by; I am sick, I must die Lord, have mercy on us! Beauty is but a flower Which wrinkles will devour; Brightness falls from the air; Queens have died young and fair; Dust hath closed Helen's eye I am sick, I must die Lord, have mercy on us! Strength stoops unto the grave Worms feed on Hector's brave; Swords may not fight with fate Earth still holds ope her gate "Come, come!" the bells do cry I am sick, I must die Lord, have mercy on us Wit with his wantonness Tasteth death's bitterness; Hell's executioner Hath no ears for to hear What vain art can reply I am sick, I must die Lord, have mercy on us Haste, therefore, each degree To welcome destiny; Heaven is our heritage Earth but a player's stage; Mount we unto the sky I am sick, I must die Lord, have mercy on us

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  • Thomas Nashe