My flocks feed not, my ewes breed not, my rams speed not, all is amiss: Love in dying (hope not) Faith is defying, Heart's renying, causer of this... Let us hope for some good things in 2012.

Man's Life...

Man's life is well compared to a feast,
Furnished with choice of all variety;
To it comes time; and as a bidden guest
He sets him down, in pomp and majesty or misery;
The three-fold Age of man the waiters be.
Then with an earthen voider (made of  clay ?)
Comes Death, and take the table clean away.
Is this the mans life?