O MORTAL folk, you may behold and see
How I lie here, sometime a mighty knight;
The end of joy and all prosperitee
Is death at last, thorough his course and might:
After the day there cometh the dark night,
For though the daye be never so long,
At last the bells ringeth to evensong.
More verses by Stephen Hawes
- A Ioyfull Medytacyon To All Englonde Of The Coronacyon Of Our Moost Naturall Souerayne Lorde Kynge Henry The Eyght.
- The Auctor
- The Tower Of Doctrine - (From The History Of Graunde Amoure)
- The Pastime Of Pleasure : The First Part.
- The CōForte Of Louers
