Nosce Teipsum - Dum Morior Orior Lyrics

Some things are more perfect in their decay
Like the spark going out gives the clearest light
Such was my hap, whose doleful dying day
Began my joy and termed Fortune's spite

My life, my grief, my death hath wrought my joy
My speedy death hath shortened long annoy

My scaffold was the bed where ease I found
The block a pillow of eternal rest
My headman cast me in a blissful swound
His axe cut my cares from cumbered breast

My feast of joy is but a dish of pain
And all my good is but vain hope of gain

The day is past and yet I saw no sun
My thread is cut and yet it is not spun
I searched for truths and found not one
My glass is full and now my glass is run
The day is past and yet I saw no sun
My thread is cut and yet it is not spun
My glass is full and now my glass is run
And now I live, and now my life is done

Rue not my death, rejoice at my repose
It was no death to me, but to my woe
The bud was opened to let out the rose
The chains unloosed to let the captive go

My fruit is fallen, and yet my leaves are green
I saw the world, and yet I was not seen

A prince by birth, a prisoner by mishap
From crown to cross, from throne to thrall I fell
My right my ruth, my titles wrought my trap
My weal my woe, my worldly heaven my hell

I sought my death and found it in my womb
I trod the earth and knew it was my tomb

The day is past and yet I saw no sun
My thread is cut and yet it is not spun
I searched for truths and found not one
My glass is full and now my glass is run
The day is past and yet I saw no sun
My thread is cut and yet it is not spun
My glass is full and now my glass is run
And now I live, and now my life is done

We all are subject to a thousand ways of death
Small sickness moves the most valiant heart to fear
One small push bereaves our breathing breath
Of brave delights, whereto subject we are
Your world is vain; no trust in earth shall you find
Your most valiant prime is but a brittle glass
Your pleasures fade, your thoughts a gust of wind
Your ancient years but a withered grass

My scaffold was the bed where ease I found
The block a pillow of eternal rest
My headman cast me in a blissful swound
His axe cut my cares from cumbered breast
I looked for life and found it was a shade
And now I die and now I was but made

The day is past and yet I saw no sun
My thread is cut and yet it is not spun
I searched for truths and found not one
My glass is full and now my glass is run
The day is past and yet I saw no sun
My thread is cut and yet it is not spun
My glass is full and now my glass is run
And now I live, and now my life is done