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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!
Apr 24, 2024 · “Adieu! Farewell Earth’s Bliss!” is a hauntingly beautiful song composed by Jonathan Dove, with lyrics contributed by Thomas Nashe and Dove himself. Released in 2000 as part of Dove’s album, “The Passing of the Year,” this song showcases Dove’s ability to evoke powerful emotions through music.
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Thomas Nashe (baptised November 1567 – c. 1601; also Nash) was an Elizabethan playwright, poet, satirist and a significant pamphleteer. [1] : 5 He is known for his novel The Unfortunate Traveller , [2] his pamphlets including Pierce Penniless , and his numerous defences of the Church of England .
- English
- St John's College, Cambridge
- Playwright, poet, satirist
- Summer's Last Will and Testament (1592)
From The London Library of Recorded English, Book V: 16th and 17th Century Poetry. Audio. Thomas Nash: Adieu, Farewell Earth's Bliss. 0.99. Join our email list for the latest news from Smithsonian Folkways Recordings. Click to join mailing list. Support our non-profit mission with a monthly donation and enjoy streaming access to the collection ...
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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 ...
Jul 2, 2020 · A Litany in Time of Plague – Thomas Nashe 1592. 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!
