Sir Walter Raleigh on the Snuffe of a Candle the Night Before Hee Dyed

Cowards feare to die but courage stout
Rather than live in snuffe wilbe put out.

Even such is tyme that takes on trust
Our Youth, our joyes, and all wee have
And paies us but with age and dust
Within the darke and sylent grave
When wee have wandred all our waies
Shuttes upp the story of our daies.
From darknes, sylence, grave, and dust
The Lord shall raise mee upp I trust.
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