The Pastime Of Pleasure Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The good Dame Mercy with Dame CharyteA
My body buryed full ryght humblyB
In a fayre temple of olde antyquyteA
Where was for me a dyryge devoutelyB
And with many a masse full ryght solempnelyB
And over my grave to be in memoryB
Remembraunce made this lytell epytaphyC
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O erthe on erthe it is a wonders caceD
That thou arte blynde and wyll not the knoweE
Though upon erthe thou hast thy dwellynge placeD
Yet erthe at laste must nedes the overthroweE
Thou thynkest the to be none erthe I troweE
For yf thou dydest thou woldest than applyB
To forsake pleasure and to lerne to dyA
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O erthe of erthe why arte thou so proudeA
Now what thou arte call to remembraunceD
Open thyn eres unto my songe aloudeA
Is not thy beaut eacute strength and puyssaunceD
Though it be cladde with cloth e s of plesaunceD
Very erthe and also worm e s fodeA
Whan erthe to erthe shall so tourne the blodeA
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The vyle carkes set upon a fyreB
Dooth often haunte the synne of lecheryB
Fulfyllynge the foule carnall desyreB
Thus erthe with erthe is corrupte mervaylouslyB
And erthe on erthe wyll nothynge puryfyeF
Tyll erthe to erthe be nere subvertedA
For erthe with erthe is so pervertedA
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O mortall folke you may beholde and seD
Howe I lye here sometyme a myghty knyghtA
The end of joye and all prosperyteA
Is dethe at last through his course and myghtA
After the day there cometh the derke nightA
For though the day be never so longeG
At last the belles ryngeth to evensongeG
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And my selfe called La Graunde AmoureB
Sekynge adventure in the worldly gloryB
For to attayne the ryches and honoureB
Did thynke full lytell that I sholde here lyB
Tyll dethe dyde marke me full ryght pryvelyB
Lo what I am and whereto you mustA
Lyke as I am so shall you be all dustA
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Than in your mynde inwardely dyspyseD
The bryttle worlde so full of doublenesD
With the vyle flesshe and ryght sone aryseD
Out of your slepe of mortall hevynesD
Subdue the devill with grace and mekenesD
That after your lyfe frayle and transytoryB
You may then lyve in joye perdurablyB

Stephen Hawes



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