ALL the flowers of the spring

All the Flowers

ALL the flowers of the spring
Meet to purfume our burying;
These have but their growint prime,
And man does flourish but his time.
Survey our progress from our birth--
We are set, we grow, we turn to earth.
Courts adieu, and all delights,
All bewitching appetites!
Sweetest breath and clearest eye,
Like perfumes go out and die;
And consequently this is done
As shadows wait upon the sun.
Vain the ambition of kings
Who seek by trophies and dead things
To leave a living name behind,
And weave but nets to catch the wind.

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