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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508137" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Upon The Image Of Death</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before my face the picture hangs<br>That daily should put me in mind<br>Of those cold names and bitter pangs<br>That shortly I am like to find;<br>But yet, alas, full little I<br>Do think hereon that I must die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I often look upon a face<br>Most ugly, grisly, bare, and thin;<br>I often view the hollow place<br>Where eyes and nose had sometimes been;<br>I see the bones across that lie,<br>Yet little think that I must die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I read the label underneath,<br>That telleth me whereto I must;<br>I see the sentence eke that saith<br>Remember, man, that thou art dust!<br>But yet, alas, but seldom I<br>Do think indeed that I must die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Continually at my bed's head<br>A hearse doth hang, which doth me tell<br>That I ere morning may be dead,<br>Though now I feel myself full well ;<br>But yet, alas, for all this, I<br>Have little mind that I must die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gown which I do use to wear,<br>The knife wherewith I cut my meat,<br>And eke that old and ancient chair<br>Which is my only usual seat,-<br>All these do tell me I must die,<br>And yet my life amend not I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My ancestors are turned to clay,<br>And many of my mates are gone;<br>My youngers daily drop away,<br>And can I think to 'scape alone?<br>No, no, I know that I must die,<br>And yet my life amend not I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not Solomon for all his wit,<br>Nor Samson, though he were so strong,<br>No king nor person ever yet<br>Could 'scape but death laid him along;<br>Wherefore I know that I must die,<br>And yet my life amend not I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though all the East did quake to hear<br>Of Alexander's dreadful name,<br>And all the West did likewise fear<br>To hear of Julius Caesar's fame,<br>Yet both by death in dust now lie;<br>Who then can 'scape but he must die?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If none can 'scape death's dreadful dart,<br>If rich and poor his beck obey,<br>If strong, if wise, if all do smart,<br>Then I to 'scape shall have no way.<br>Oh, grant me grace, O God, that I<br>My life may mend, sith I must die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Southwell">Robert Southwell</a><div class=q>
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That daily should put me in mind
Of those cold names and bitter pangs
That shortly I am like to find;
But yet, alas, full little I
Do think hereon that I must die.

I often look upon a face
Most ugly, grisly, bare,..."></div>
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