What if a day

1. What if a day, or a month, or a year
 crown thy delights with a thousand sweet contentings;
Cannot a chance of a night or an ho͞u͞r*
 cross thy desi͞res with as manȳ sad tormentings?

Fortune, honour, beautȳ, youth
 are but blossoms dying;
Wanton pleas̱ure, doting love
 are but shadows flying.

All our joys
Are but toys,
Idle thoughts deceiving.
None hāve pow’r
Of an ho͞u͞r
In their lives’ bereaving.

2. Earth’s but a point to the wȯrld; and a man
 is but a point to the wȯrld’s comparèd centre.
Shall then a point of a point be so vain
 as to triumph in a seelȳ point’s advenṯure?

All is hazard that we hāve,
 there is nothing biding;
Days of pleas̱ure are like streams
 through fair meadows gliding.

Weal and woe,
Time doth go,
Time is never tu̇rning.
Secret fates
Guide our states
Both in mirth and mourning.