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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521157" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Pastime of Pleasure</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The good Dame Mercy with Dame Charyte<br> My body buryed full ryght humbly<br> In a fayre temple of olde antyquyte,<br> Where was for me a dyryge devoutely<br> And with many a masse full ryght solempnely;<br> And over my grave, to be in memory,<br> Remembraunce made this lytell epytaphy:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;O erthe, on erthe it is a wonders cace<br> That thou arte blynde and wyll not the knowe.<br> Though upon erthe thou hast thy dwellynge-place,<br> Yet erthe at laste must nedes the overthrowe.<br> Thou thynkest the to be none erthe I trowe;<br> For yf thou dydest, thou woldest than apply<br> To forsake pleasure and to lerne to dy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;O erthe, of erthe why arte thou so proude?<br> Now what thou arte call to remembraunce.<br> Open thyn eres unto my songe aloude.<br> Is not thy beaut&eacute;, strength, and puyssaunce,<br> Though it be cladde with cloth{.e}s of plesaunce,<br> Very erthe and also worm{.e}s fode,<br> Whan erthe to erthe shall so tourne the blode?<br>...<br> &quot;The vyle carkes set upon a fyre<br> Dooth often haunte the synne of lechery,<br> Fulfyllynge the foule carnall desyre.<br> Thus erthe with erthe is corrupte mervaylously;<br> And erthe on erthe wyll nothynge puryfye<br> Tyll erthe to erthe be nere subverted.<br> For erthe with erthe is so perverted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;O mortall folke! you may beholde and se<br> Howe I lye here, sometyme a myghty knyght;<br> The end of joye and all prosperyte<br> Is dethe at last, through his course and myght;<br> After the day there cometh the derke night;<br> For though the day be never so longe,<br> At last the belles ryngeth to evensonge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;And my selfe called La Graunde Amoure,<br> Sekynge adventure in the worldly glory,<br> For to attayne the ryches and honoure,<br> Did thynke full lytell that I sholde here ly,<br> Tyll dethe dyde marke me full ryght pryvely.<br> Lo what I am! and whereto you must!<br> Lyke as I am so shall you be all dust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;Than in your mynde inwardely dyspyse<br> The bryttle worlde, so full of doublenes,<br> With the vyle flesshe, and ryght sone aryse<br> Out of your slepe of mortall hevynes;<br> Subdue the devill with grace and mekenes,<br> That after your lyfe frayle and transytory,<br> You may then lyve in joye perdurably.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Stephen+Hawes">Stephen Hawes</a><div class=q>
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 My body buryed full ryght humbly
 In a fayre temple of olde antyquyte,
 Where was for me a dyryge devoutely
 And with many a masse full ryght solempnely;
 And over my grave, to be in memory,
 Remembraunce mad..."></div>
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