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- He juxtaposes the joys of life with the reality of death, emphasizing the ephemeral nature of existence. The poem's structure, with each stanza ending in the refrain "I am sick, I must die, Lord have mercy on us," reinforces the sense of inevitability and the universal experience of loss.
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In Time of Plague [Adieu, farewell, earth’s bliss] By Thomas Nashe. Adieu, farewell, earth’s bliss; This world uncertain is; Fond are life’s lustful joys; Death proves them all but toys; None from his darts can fly; I am sick, I must die. Lord, have mercy on us!
Analysis: “A Litany in Time of Plague” Nashe begins the poem with the speaker’s exclamation “Adieu, farewell earth’s bliss; / This world uncertain is” (Lines 1-2). From the first lines, Nashe sets the tone for a serious meditation on death and the transience of life.
Adieu, farewell, earth’s bliss; This world uncertain is; Fond are life’s lustful joys; Death proves them all but toys; None from his darts can fly; I am sick, I must die. Lord, have mercy on us! Rich men, trust not in wealth, Gold cannot buy you health; Physic himself must fade.
Analysis of A Litany in Time of Plague. Thomas Nashe 1567 (Lowestoft) – 1601. Death. Life. Love. Melancholy. Nature. War. Adieu, farewell, earth's bliss; This world uncertain is; Fond are life's lustful joys; Death proves them all but toys; None from his darts can fly; I am sick, I must die. Lord, have mercy on us! Rich men, trust not in wealth,
May 13, 2011 · Analysis of In Time of Pestilence. Thomas Nashe 1567 (Lowestoft) – 1601. Death. Life. Love. Melancholy. Nature. War. ADIEU, farewell earth's bliss! a. This world uncertain is: x. Fond are life's lustful joys, b. Death proves them all but toys. b. None from his darts can fly; c. I am sick, I must die-- C. Lord, have mercy on us!
Jul 2, 2020 · Adieu, farewell, earth’s bliss; This world uncertain is; Fond are life’s lustful joys; Death proves them all but toys; None from his darts can fly; I am sick, I must die. Lord, have mercy on us! ***** Rich men, trust not in wealth, Gold cannot buy you health; Physic himself must fade. All things to end are made, The plague full swift goes by;
May 13, 2011 · 1 Adieu, farewell earth's bliss, A. 2 This world uncertain is; X. 3 Fond are life's lustful joys, B. 4 Death proves them all but toys, B. 5 None from his darts can fly: C. 6 I am sick, I must die. 7 Lord, have mercy on us! 8 Rich men, trust not in wealth, E. 9 Gold cannot buy you health; E. 10 Physic himself must fade; F.
