English - Poet | 1569 - 1609
A mass of dust, world's momentary slave, Is man, in state of our old Adam made, Soon born to die, soon flourishing to fade.
Barnabe Barnes
ManWorldDieBornFadeDust
Ah, sweet Content, where doth thine harbour hold.
SweetContentHoldWhereHarbourAh
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