A Song

all:Glories, pleasures, pomps, delights, and ease,
Can but please
The outward senses, when the mind
Is [or] untroubled, or by peace refin'd.
first voice:Crownes may flourish and decay,
Beauties shine, but fade away.
second:Youth may revell, yet it must
Lye down in a bed of dust:
third:Earthly honours flow and waste,
Time alone doth change and last.
Sorrowes mingled with contents, prepare
Rest for care;
Love only reignes in death; though Art
Can find no comfort for a Broken Heart.
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