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FIRST BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 17. SIC TRANSIT, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Come, cheerful day, part of my life, to me
Last Line: So every day we live a day we die.
Variant Title(s): Day And Night
Subject(s): Gays & Lesbians; Impermanence


Come, cheerful day, part of my life, to me;
For while thou view'st me with thy fading light,
Part of my life doth still depart with thee,
And I still onward haste to my last night.
Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly,
So every day we live a day we die.
But oh, ye nights, ordained for barren rest,
How are my days deprived of life in you;
When heavy sleep my soul hath dispossessed
By feigned death life sweetly to renew!
Part of my life in that you life deny;
So every day we live a day we die.









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