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Life

Funeral Poems & Readings

Life

A funeral poem for comfort during unsettling times

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Life

The World’s a bubble, and the Life of Man
 Less than a span:
 In his conception wretched, from the womb
 So to the tomb;
 Curst from his cradle, and brought up to years
 With cares and fears.
 Who then to frail mortality shall trust,
 But limns on water, or but writes in dust.
 Yet whilst with sorrow here we live opprest,
 What life is best?
 Courts are but only superficial schools
 To dandle fools:
 The rural parts are turn’d into a den
 Of savage men:
 And where’s a city from foul vice so free,
 But may be term’d the worst of all the three?
 Domestic cares afflict the husband’s bed,
 Or pains his head:
 Those that live single, take it for a curse, Or do things worse:
 Some would have children: those that have them, moan
 Or wish them gone:
 What is it, then, to have, or have no wife,
 But single thraldom, or a double strife?
 Our own affections still at home to please
 Is a disease:
 To cross the seas to any foreign soil,
 Peril and toil:
 Wars with their noise affright us; when they cease,
 We are worse in peace;–
 What then remains, but that we still should cry
 For being born, or, being born, to die

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