170BEauty is but a vaine and doubtfull good,
¶A
shining glo
sse, that vadeth
sodainly,
¶A flower that dies, when fir
st it gins to bud,
¶A brittle gla
sse, that s broken pre
sently.
¶_A doubtfull good, a glo
sse, a gla
sse, a flower,
175_Lo
st, vaded, broken, dead within an houre.
¶And as goods lo
st, are
seld or neuer found,
¶As vaded glo
sse no rubbing will refre
sh:
¶As flowers dead, lie withered on the ground,
¶As broken gla
sse no
symant can redre
sse.
180_So beauty blemi
sht once, for euer lo
st,
¶_In
spite of phi
sicke, painting, paine and co
st.