Weake is th' assurance that weake flesh reposeth In her owne powre, and scorneth others ayde; That soonest fals, when as she most supposeth Her selfe assurd, and is of nought affrayd. All flesh is frayle, and all her strength unstayd, Like a vaine bubble blowen up with ayre: Devouring tyme and changeful chance have prayd Her glories pride, that none may it repayre. Ne none so rich or wise, so strong or fayre, But fayleth, trusting on his owne assurance: And he that standeth on the hyghest stayre Fals lowest: for on earth nought hath enduraunce. Why then doe ye, proud fayre, misdeeme so farre, That to your selfe ye most assured arre? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MANY SOLDIERS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS YOUNG SAMMY'S FIRST WILD OATS by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE FALL OF RICHMOND [APRIL, 1865] by HERMAN MELVILLE FROM THE ANTIQUE (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TRACT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE MAID OF LLANWELLYN; A SONG by JOANNA BAILLIE ENVOI: DEATH (1) by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |