Classic Poem

V N constant earth! Why doe not mortalls cease
To build their hopes upon so short a Lease?
Vncertaine lease, whose terme but once begun
Teis never when it ends, till it be done:
We dote upon thy smlles, not knowing why;
And whiles we but prepare to live, we die.
We spring like flowers, for a daye's delight,
At noone, we flourish, and we fade at night:
We toyle for Kingdomes, conquer crownes, and then
We that were Gods but now, now lesse than men:
If wisedome learning, knowledge cannot dwell
Secure from change vaine bubble earth farewell.