This poem is from 'Summer's Last Will and Testament
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,
All things to end are made.
The plague full swift goes by;
I am sick, I must die.
Lord have mercy on us!
Beauty is but a flower
Which wrinkles will devour;
Brightness falls from the air,
Queens have died young and fair,
Dust hath closed Helen's eye.
I am sick, I must die.
Lord have mercy on us!
Strength stoops into the grave,
Worms feed on Hector brave,
Swords may not fight with fade.
Earth still holds ope her gate;
Come! come! the bells do cry.
I am sick, I must die.
Lord have mercy on us!
Wit with his wantonness
Tasteth death's bitterness;
Hell's executor
Hath no ears for to hear
What vain art can rely.
I am sick, I must die.
Lord have mercy on us!
Haste, therefore, each degree,
To welcome destiny.
Heaven is our heritage,
Earth but a player's stage;
Mount we unto the sky;
I am sick, I must die.
Lord have mercy on us!
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