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    Tichborne's Elegy
    by Chidiock Tichborne (1558-1586)

    My prime of life is but a frost of cares,
    My feast of joy is but a dish of pain,
    My crop of corn is but a field of tares,
    And all my good is but vain hope of gain;
    My life is fled, and yet I saw no sun,
    And now I live, and now my life is done.

    The spring is past, and yet it hath not sprung,
    The fruit is dead, and yet the leaves be green,
    My youth is gone, and yet I am but young,
    I saw the world, and yet I was not seen;
    My thread is cut, and yet it is not spun,
    And now I live, and now my life is done.

    I sought my death, and found it in my womb,
    I looked for life, and saw it was a shade,
    I trod the earth, and knew it was my tomb,
    And now I die, and now I am but made;
    My glass is full, and now my glass is run,
    And now I live, and now my life is done.