What is a day, what is a yeere?
Of vaine delight and pleasure?
Like to a dreame it endlesse dies,
And from vs like a vapour flies:
And this is all the fruit that we finde,
Which glorie in worldly treasure.
He that will hope for true delight,
With vertue must be graced;
Sweete follie yeelds a bitter tast,
Which euer will appeare at last:
But if we still in vertue delight,
Our soules are in heauen placed.
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