And once extinct is, as it ne’er had been.
Corruption hourly frets the body’s frame;
Youth tends to age, and age to death by kind.
Short is the race, prefixed is the end;
Swift is the time, wherein man’s life doth run:
But by his deeds t’extend renowm and fame,
That only virtue works, which never fades.
FINIS.
Thomas Hughes.
Sat citò, si sat benè: utcunque,
Quoad non dat spes, dat optio.