POSTHUMOUS POEMS
Fulfilled of grace and wisdom: but our time
Is as a day—as half a day with God:
Yea, as a watch that passeth in the night
And is not honoured. Come, sir, you shall go:
I pray God prosper you, and overcome
The evil of your body, by his grace.
Also the Cardinal, that he may speak
Things worthy, which shall worthily be heard
For without wisdom are we as the grass
Which the sun withers: yea, our sojourn here
Is as a watch that passeth in the night.
Is as a day—as half a day with God:
Yea, as a watch that passeth in the night
And is not honoured. Come, sir, you shall go:
I pray God prosper you, and overcome
The evil of your body, by his grace.
Also the Cardinal, that he may speak
Things worthy, which shall worthily be heard
For without wisdom are we as the grass
Which the sun withers: yea, our sojourn here
Is as a watch that passeth in the night.
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