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Walter Raleigh

False love, desire, and beauty frail, adieu! Dead is the root whence all these fancies grew.

Walter Raleigh

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PASSIONS are likened best to floods and streams: The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb;

Walter Raleigh

genius walter raleigh

Even such is Time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days: But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.

Walter Raleigh

genius walter raleigh

Fain would I climb, yet fear I to fall.

Walter Raleigh

genius walter raleigh

What is our life? A play of passion. Our mirth the music of division. Our mother's wombs the tyring houses be, Where we are drest for this short Comedy. Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is, That sits and marks still who doth act amiss, Our graves that hide us from the searching sun, Are like drawn curtains when the play is done. Thus march we playing to our latest rest, Only we die in earnest, that's no jest.

Walter Raleigh

genius walter raleigh

The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.

Walter Raleigh

genius walter raleigh

But Love is a durable fire in the mind ever burning Never sick, never old, never dead From itself, never turning.

Walter Raleigh