I KNOW my body's of so frail a kind, As force without, fevers within can kill; I know the heavenly nature of my mind, But 'tis corrupted both in wit and will: I know my Soul hath power to know all things, Yet is she blind and ignorant in all; I know I am one of Nature's little kings, Yet to the least and vilest things am thrall. I know my life's a pain and but a span, I know my sense is mock'd with every thing: And to conclude, I know myself a @3man@1, Which is a proud, and yet a wretched thing. |