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In Time of Pestilence, by Thomas Nashe. 1593. 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;
In Time of Pestilence. 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;
21 lug 2020 · Here, Nashe turns more directly to what was perhaps his central theme in the longer work: man’s weakness in face of natural elements. The refrain, repeated at the end of each of the two stanzas, is “From winter, plague, & pestilence, good Lord, deliver us.”
11 ago 2010 · In Time of Pestilence, 1593. LibriVox volunteers bring you 10 recordings of In Time of Pestilence, 1593 by Thomas Nashe. This was the Weekly Poetry project for August 1st, 2010.
13 mag 2011 · In Time of Pestilence. Thomas Nashe 1567 (Lowestoft) – 1601. Death. Life. Love. Melancholy. Nature. War. 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,
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IN TIME OF PESTILENCE. by: Thomas Nashe (1567-1601) DIEU, 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;
In Time of Pestilence. 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; .
