《Hourglass For Rosy Abelisk》歌词

[00:00:06] My life is measur'd by this glasse this glass

[00:00:10] By all those little Sands that thorough passe

[00:00:13] See how they presse see how they strive which shall

[00:00:17] With greatest speed speed and greatest quicknesse fall

[00:00:20] See how they raise a little Mount and then

[00:00:24] With their owne weight doe levell it agen

[00:00:27] But then th'have all got thorough they give o're

[00:00:30] Their nimble sliding downe and move no more

[00:00:34] Just such is man whose houres still forward run

[00:00:38] Being almost finsht ere they are begun

[00:00:42] So perfect nothings such light blasts are we

[00:00:46] That ere w'are ought at all we cease to be

[00:00:50] Do what we will our hasty minutes fly

[00:00:53] And while we sleep what do we else but die

[00:00:57] How transient are our Joyes how short their days

[00:01:01] They creepe on towards us but flie away

[00:01:04] How stinging are our sorrows where they gaine

[00:01:08] But the least footing there they will remaine

[00:01:11] How groundless are our hopes how they deceive

[00:01:15] Our childish thoughts and onely sorrow leave

[00:01:19] How real are our feares they blast us still

[00:01:22] Stil rend us still with gnawing passions fill

[00:01:26] How senseless are our wishes yet how great

[00:01:30] With that toile we pursue them with that sweat

[00:01:33] Yet most times for our hurts so small we see

[00:01:38] Like Children crying for some mercurie

[00:01:41] This gapes for Marriage yet his fickle head

[00:01:44] Knows not what cares waite on a Marriage bed

[00:01:48] This woves Virginity yet knows not what

[00:01:52] Lonenesse griefe discontent attends that state

[00:01:56] Desires of wealth anothers wishes hold

[00:01:59] And yet how many have been choak'd with Gold

[00:02:02] This onely hunts for honour yet whop shall

[00:02:06] Ascend the higher shall more wretched fall

[00:02:09] This thirsts for knowledge yet how is it bought

[00:02:12] With many a sleeplesse night and racking though

[00:02:16] This needs will travel yet how dangers lay

[00:02:19] Most secret Ambuscado's in the way

[00:02:22] These triumph in their Beaty though it shall

[00:02:26] Like a pluck't Rose or fading Little fall

[00:02:29] Another hoasts strong armes las Giants have

[00:02:33] By silly dwarfes been drag'd unto their grave

[00:02:37] These ruffle in rich silke though ne're so gay

[00:02:41] A well plum'd Peacock is more gay thatn they

[00:02:45] Poore man what art A Tennis ball of Errour

[00:02:48] A ship of Glasse toss'd in a Sea of terrour

[00:02:51] Issuing in blood and sorrow from the wombe

[00:02:55] Crauling in tears and mounting to the tombe

[00:02:58] How slippery are thy pathes how sure thy fall

[00:03:02] How art thou Nothing when th'art most of all

[00:03:04] John Hall

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