Life
What is this life but a straight way to deid,
Which has a time to pass and none to dwell,
A sliding wheel us lent to seek remeid,
A free choice given to Paradise or Hell,
A prey to deid whom vain is to repell;
A short torment for infinite gladness,
As short a joy for lasting heaviness.
Which has a time to pass and none to dwell,
A sliding wheel us lent to seek remeid,
A free choice given to Paradise or Hell,
A prey to deid whom vain is to repell;
A short torment for infinite gladness,
As short a joy for lasting heaviness.
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