My ancestors are turned to clay, And many of my mates are gone, My youngers daily drop away, And can I think to 'scape alone? No, no, I know that I must die, And yet my life amend not I.
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Source Notes: "Upon the Image of Death." Gardner indicates that the attribution of this poem to Southwell is frequent and traditional but disputed by modern scholars.
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