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Man’s Short Life and Foolish Ambition by Margaret Cavendish

In gardens sweet each flower mark did I, How they did spring, bud, blow, wither and die. With that, contemplating of man’s short stay, Saw man like to those flowers pass away. Yet built he houses, thick and strong and … Continue reading

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