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Poem by Thomas Urquhart
Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 15. To a certain lady of a most exquisit feature, and comely presentation: but who gloried too much in the deceitfull excellencie of these fading, and perishable qualities
THough you be very handsome, doe but stay A litle while, and you will see a change; For beautie flieth with the tyme away, Wherwith it comes: nor must you think it strange, Page 26 That hardly being skin deepe in the most faire, And but a separable accident Of bodys, which, but living shadowes are; (And therfore frayle) it is not permanent; Be then not proud of that, which at the best, Decrepit age will spoyle: or sicknesse wast.
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