Casimirus, [Lyricorum] Lib. II. Ode VII

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Title:     Casimirus, [Lyricorum] Lib. II. Ode VII
Author: Henry Vaughan [More Titles by Vaughan]

It would less vex distressed man
If Fortune in the same pace ran
To ruin him, as he did rise.
But highest States fall in a trice;
No great success held ever long;
A restless fate afflicts the throng
Of kings and commons, and less days
Serve to destroy them than to raise.
Good luck smiles once an age, but bad
Makes kingdoms in a minute sad,
And ev'ry hour of life we drive,
Hath o'er us a prerogative.
Then leave--by wild impatience driv'n,
And rash resents--to rail at heav'n;
Leave an unmanly, weak complaint
That death and fate have no restraint.
In the same hour that gave thee breath,
Thou hadst ordain'd thy hour of death,
But he lives most who here will buy,
With a few tears, eternity.

[The end]
Henry Vaughan's poem: Casimirus, [Lyricorum] Lib. II. Ode VII

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