Sonnet LXXX: A Blast of winde, a momentarie breath

A Blast of winde, a momentarie breath,
A watrie bubble simbolizde with ayre,
A sonne blowne Rose, but for a season fayre,
A ghostly glaunce, a skeleton of death,
A morning dew perling the grasse beneath,
Whose moysture Sunnes appearance doth impaire:
A lightning glimse: a Muse of thought and care:
A Planets shot: a shade which followeth:
A voice which vanisheth so soone as heard:
The thriftlesse heire of time: a rowling waue:
A shew no more in action then regard:
A Masse of dust: worlds momentarie slaue
Is man in state of our olde Adam made,
Soone borne to die, soone flourishing to fade.