170BEauty is but a vaine and doubtfull good,
171A
shining glo
sse, that vadeth
sodainly,
172A
flower that dies, when
fir
st it gins to bud,
173A brittle gla
sse, that s broken pre
sently.
174 A doubtfull good, a glo
sse, a gla
sse, a
flower,
175 Lo
st, vaded, broken, dead within an houre.
176And as goods lo
st, are
seld or neuer found,
177As vaded glo
sse no rubbing will refre
sh:
178As
flowers dead, lie withered on the ground,
179As broken gla
sse no
symant can redre
sse.
180 So beauty blemi
sht once, for euer lo
st,
181 In
spite of phi
sicke, painting, paine and co
st.