The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
To paly ashes.

The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
To paly ashes.

The battle is over when the foe has fallen.

The battle is over when the foe has fallen.

With diadem and sceptre high advanced,
The lower still I fall; only supreme
In misery; such joy read more

With diadem and sceptre high advanced,
The lower still I fall; only supreme
In misery; such joy ambition finds.

Time rolls on, and we grow old with silent years.

Time rolls on, and we grow old with silent years.

It's a poore stake that cannot stand one yeare in the ground.

It's a poore stake that cannot stand one yeare in the ground.

This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrows is remembering happier things.

This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrows is remembering happier things.

Nor has he lived in vain, who from his cradle to his grave has
passed his life in seclusion.

Nor has he lived in vain, who from his cradle to his grave has
passed his life in seclusion.

He who boasts of his pedigree praises that which does not belong
to him.

He who boasts of his pedigree praises that which does not belong
to him.

He that lives most dies most.

He that lives most dies most.