Fair summer droops, droop men and beasts therefore, <br />So fair a summer look for nevermore: <br />All good things vanish less than in a day, <br />Peace, plenty, pleasure, suddenly decay. <br />Go not yet away, bright soul of the sad year, <br />The earth is hell when thou leav'st to appear. <br /> <br />What, shall those flowers that decked thy garland erst, <br />Upon thy grave be wastefully dispersed? <br />O trees, consume your sap in sorrow's source, <br />Streams, turn to tears your tributary course. <br />Go not yet hence, bright soul of the sad year, <br />The earth is hell when thou leav'st to appear.<br /><br />Thomas Nashe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fair-summer-droops/
