Maxioms by Sir Roger L'estrange
Though this may be play to you,
'Tis death to us.
Though this may be play to you,
'Tis death to us.
Nothing moves more quickly than scandal.
Nothing moves more quickly than scandal.
My sun has not yet set for ever.
My sun has not yet set for ever.
Behold of what delusive worth
The bubbles we pursue on earth,
The shapes we chase.
Behold of what delusive worth
The bubbles we pursue on earth,
The shapes we chase.
A life of honour and of worth
Has no eternity on earth,--
'Tis but a name.
A life of honour and of worth
Has no eternity on earth,--
'Tis but a name.
