Quote#Nature
And sorrowing I to see the sommer flowers
Quote byThomas Sackville, 1st Earl of Dorset · 1536–1608
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Induction (1563), Line 50, p. 311.
English (original)
And sorrowing I to see the sommer flowers, The lively greene, the lusty lease, forlorne, The sturdy trees so shattred with the showers, The fieldes so fade, that florisht so beforne: It taught mee well, all earthly things be borne To dye the death: for nought long time may last: The sommer's beauty yeeldes to winter's blast.
— Thomas Sackville, 1st Earl of Dorset
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