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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345183" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Upon a Fit of Sickness,Anno 1632 Aetatis Suae, 19</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twice ten years old not fully told <br> since nature gave me breath, <br>My race is run, my thread spun, <br> lo, here is fatal death. <br>All men must die, and so must I; <br> this cannot be revoked. <br>For Adam's sake this word God spake <br> when he so high provoked. <br>Yet live I shall, this life's but small, <br> in place of highest bliss, <br>Where I shall have all I can crave, <br> no life is like to this. <br>For what's this but care and strife <br> since first we came from womb? <br>Our strength doth waste, our time doth haste, <br> and then we go to th' tomb. <br>O bubble blast, how long can'st last? <br> that always art a breaking, <br>No sooner blown, but dead and gone, <br> ev'n as a word that's speaking. <br>O whilst I live this grace me give, <br> I doing good may be, <br>Then death's arrest I shall count best, <br> because it's Thy decree; <br>Bestow much cost there's nothing lost, <br> to make salvation sure, <br>O great's the gain, though got with pain, <br> comes by profession pure. <br>The race is run, the field is won, <br> the victory's mine I see; <br>Forever known, thou envious foe, <br> the foil belongs to thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Bradstreet">Anne Bradstreet</a><div class=q>
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 since nature gave me breath, 
My race is run, my thread spun, 
 lo, here is fatal death. 
All men must die, and so must I; 
 this cannot be revoked. 
For Adam's sake this word God spake 
 when he so high provok..."></div>
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