My joy is death-
Death, at whose name I oft have been afeard,
Because I wish'd this world's eternity.
My joy is death-
Death, at whose name I oft have been afeard,
Because I wish'd this world's eternity.
QUEEN Thou knowst tis common all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity. HAMLET Ay, madam, it is common.
If I do dream, would all my wealth would wake me If I do wake, some planet strike me down, That I may slumber in eternal sleep.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthèd graves will give thee memory,
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
All that live must die, passing through nature to eternity.
Myself have often heard him say and swear
That this his love was an eternal plant
Whereof the root was fix'd in virtue's ground,
The leaves and fruit maintain'd with beauty's sun,
Exempt from envy, but not from disdain,
Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain.
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Our life is short, but to expand that span to vast eternity is virtue's work.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories