O MORTAL folk, you may behold and see <br />How I lie here, sometime a mighty knight; <br />The end of joy and all prosperitee <br /> Is death at last, thorough his course and might: <br /> After the day there cometh the dark night, <br /> For though the daye be never so long, <br /> At last the bells ringeth to evensong.<br /><br />Stephen Hawes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-epitaph-4/
