Think, Man of Flesh, and be not proud That you can fly so fast: The little Worm can creep, creep, creep, And catch you up at last Catch up with you at last. Though you outfly the swiftest bird, And laugh as you go past, Think how the Worm comes, creep, creep, creep, To catch you up at last Catch up with you at last. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO MASTER GABRIELL HARVEY, DOCTOR OF LAWES by EDMUND SPENSER THE OWL (1) by ALFRED TENNYSON THE LAY OF ST. ALOYS; A LEGEND OF BLOIS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE SNOB by WILLIAM ROSE BENET SONNET: MAN VERSUS ASCETIC. 6 by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON COUPLETS IN PRAISE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |