- Song
- Katherine Philips
- Exported from Wikisource on 02/15/20
- For works with similar titles, see Song.
- 'Tis true our life is but a long disease,
- Made up of reàl pain and seeming ease.
- You stars, who these entangled fortunes give,
- O tell me why
- It is so hard to die,
- Yet such a task to live!
- If with some pleasure we our griefs betray,
- It costs us dearer than it can repay,
- For time or fortune all things so devours,
- Our hopes are crossed,
- Or els the object lost,
- Ere we can call it ours.
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