Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.
Human FrailtyLXIII. William Drummond
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A beautie fading like the Aprile flowres,
A sweete with floods of gall that runnes combin’d,
A pleasure passing ere in thought made ours,
A honour that more fickle is than winde,
A glorie at opinion’s frowne that lowres,
A treasurie which banckrupt time deuoures,
A knowledge than graue ignorance more blinde,
A vaine delight our equalles to command,
A style of greatnesse in effect a dreame,
A swelling thought of holding sea and land,
A seruile lot deckt with a pompous name,—
Are the strange endes we toyle for heere below,
Till wisest death make vs our errores know.