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VERSES WRITTEN IN THE TOWER THE
NIGHT BEFORE HE WAS BEHEADED

My prime of youth is but a frost of cares;
My feast of joy is but a dish of pain;

My crop

of corn is but a field of tares;

And all my good is but vain hope of gain;
The day is fled, and yet I saw no sun;
And now I live, and now my life is done!

The spring is past, and yet it hath not sprung;
The fruit is dead, and yet the leaves are green;
My youth is gone, and yet I am but young;
I
yet was not seen;
I saw the world, and
My thread is cut, and yet it is not spun;
And now I live, and now my life is done!

I sought my death, and found it in my womb;
I looked for life, and saw it was a shade;
I trod the earth, and knew it was my tomb;
And now I die, and now I am but made;
The glass is full, and now my glass is run;
And now I live, and now my life is done!
CHIDIOCK TICHBORNE

THE PERFECT LIFE

It is not growing like a tree

In bulk, doth make Man better be;

Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere;

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A chance may win that by mischance was lost;
s'd,
The net that holds no great, takes little fish;
In some things all, in all things none are
Few all they need, but none have all they wish;
Unmeddled joys here to no man befall,
Who least, hath some; who most, hath never all.
ROBERT SOUTHWELL

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