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Time Tryeth Truth

"If I cast my eyes before me, what an infinite space in which I do not exist; and if I look behind me, what a terrible procession of years in which I do not exist, and how little space I occupy in this vast abyss of time..."

-- Blaise Pascal, Pensées

Like to the falling of a Starre;
Or as the flights of Eagles are;
Or like the fresh springs gawdy hew;
Or silver drops of morning dew;
Or like a wind that chafes the flood;
Or bubbles which on water stood;
Even such is man, whose borrow'd light
Is straight call'd in, and paid to night.

The Wind blowes out; the Bubble dies;
The Spring entomb'd in Autumn lies;
The Dew dries up; the Starre is shot;
The Flight is past; and man forgot.

-- Henry King (1592-1669), Sic Vita

Earth covers earth
Time tryeth truth
Earth covers earth
Time tryeth truth


Thomas Pretsch, pri@prism.franken.de