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...SPRING SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE MINSTREL BOY by THOMAS MOORE FOR A CHILD: 1. WALKING SONG by CHARLES WILLIAMS THE ART OF BOOK-KEEPING by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD THE PASTURE POND by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SUMMER by WILLIAM ASPENWALL BRADLEY |