by Thomas Nashe (1567‐1601) Adieu, farewell, earth’s bliss; This world uncertain is; Fond are life’s lustful joys; Death proves them all but toys; None from his darts can fly; I am sick, I must die. Lord, have mercy on us! Rich men, trust not in wealth, Gold cannot buy you health; Physic himself must fade.Continue reading “A Litany In Time Of Plague”
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Litany in Time of Plague
by Thomas Nashe Adieu, farewell, life’s bliss; This world uncertain is; Fond are life’s lustful joys; Deathe proves them all but toys; None from his darts can fly; I am sick, I must die. Lord, have mercy on us! Rich men, trust not in wealth; Gold cannot buy you health; Physic himself must fade. AllContinue reading “Litany in Time of Plague”
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