Quote#Nature
In Aman's pomp poor Mardocheus wept
Quote byRobert Southwell · 1561–1595
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "Scorn not the Least", line 19; p. 54..
English (original)
In Aman's pomp poor Mardocheus wept, Yet God did turn his fate upon his foe; The Lazar pined while Dives' feast was kept, Yet he to heaven, to hell did Dives go. We trample grass and prize the flowers of May, Yet grass is green when flowers do fade away.
— Robert Southwell
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