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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=124516" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tychbornes Elegie, written with his owne hand in the Tower before his execution</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=124516" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My prime of youth is but a frost of cares, <br>My feast of joy is but a dish of paine, <br>My Crop of corne is but a field of tares,<br>And al my good is but vaine hope of gaine.<br>The day is past, and yet I saw no sunne,<br>And now I live, and now my life is done.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=124516" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My tale was heard, and yet it was not told,<br>My fruite is falne, and yet my leaves are greene:<br>My youth is spent, and yet I am not old,<br>I saw the world, and yet I was not seene.<br>My thred is cut, and yet it is not spunne,<br>And now I live, and now my life is done.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=124516" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I sought my death, and found it in my wombe,<br>I lookt for life, and saw it was a shade:<br>I trod the earth, and knew it was my Tombe,<br>And now I die, and now I was but made.<br>My glasse is full, and now my glasse is runne,<br>And now I live, and now my life is done.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Chidiock+Tichborne">Chidiock Tichborne</a></strong></div>

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