Я повторяюсь, да-да…
How transient are our Joyes, how short their day!
They creepe on towards us, but flie away.
How stinging are our sorrows! where they gaine
But the least footing, there they will remaine.
How groundlesse are our hopes, how they deceive
Our childish thoughts, and onely sorrow leave!
How real are our feares! they blast us still,
Still rend us, still with gnawing passions fill.
How senselesse are our wishes, yet how great!
With what toile we pursue them, with what sweat!
Yet most times for our hurts, so small we see,
Like Children crying for some Mercurie.
Надо было в grizzly_attack, но как-то…