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4 Dic vbi Salomon, olim tam nobilis ? 
Vel vbt Samson est, dux tnvincibtlis ? 
Vel dulcis Ionathas, multim amabilis ? 
Vel pulcher Absolon, vultu mirabilis ? 
4 Tell where is Sa/omon, that once so noble was ? 
Or where now Samson is, in strength whome none could pas? 
Or woorthie /onathas, that prince so louely bold ? 
Or faier Adsolon, so goodlie to behold ? 
5 Quod Cesar abit, celsus tmperio ? 
Vel Diues splendidus, totus in prandio ? 
Dic vbt Tullius, clarus eloguio ? 
Vel Aristoteles, summus ingenio ? 
5 Shew whither is Cesar gone, which conquered far and néere? 
Or that rich famous Carle, so giuen to bellie chéere: 
Shew where is 7ullze now, for eloquence so fit ? 
Or Arvsfoteles, of such a pregnant wit ? 
6 Oesca vermium ! 6 massa pulueris ! 
O ros! 6 vanitas ! cur sic extolleris, 
LIgnoras penitis vtrim cras vixerts, 
fac bonum omnibus, quam diu poteris. 
6 O thou fit bait for wormes! O thou great heape of dust! 
O dewe! O vanitie! why so extolst thy lust ? 
Thou therefore ignorant, what time thou hast to liue, 
_ Doe good to erie man, while here thou hast to giue. 
7 Quam breue festum est, hec mundt gloria ? 
Vt umbra hominis, sic etus gaudia, 
Que semper subtrahit, elerna premia, 
Et ducunt hominem, ad dura deuia. 
7 How short a feast (to count) is this same worlds renowne ? 
Such as mens shadowes be, such ioies it brings to towne. 
Which alway plucketh vs from Gods eternall blis : 
And leadeth man to hell, a iust reward of his. 
