Living
Status humanus
From Minerva Britanna (1612)
FOWER Captiue Kinges, proud Sesostris did tie,
And them compeld his charriot to draw,
Whereof the one, did ever cast his eie
Vnto the wheele: which when the Tirant saw,
And ask'd the cause, the chained King repli'de,
Becase heerein, my state I haue espi'de.
For like our selues, the spoke that was on high,
Is to the bottome, in a moment cast,
As fast the lowest, riseth by and by,
All humane thinges, thus find a change at last:
The Tyrant fearing, what his hap might be,
Releas'd their bandes forthwith, and set them free.
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Peacham, Henry. “Status humanus.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/peacham/73/.
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Peacham, Henry. “Status humanus.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/peacham/73/.
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