From The Devil's Law-case ("All the flowers of the spring")

All the flowers of the springMeet to perfume our burying;These have but their growing prime,And man does flourish but his time.Survey our progress from our birth:We are set, we grow, we turn to earth.Courts adieu, and all delights,All bewitching appetites.Sweetest breath and clearest eyeLike perfumes go out and die,And consequently this is doneAs shadows wait upon the sun.Vain the ambition of kingsWho seek, by trophies and dead things,To leave a living name behind,And weave but nets to catch the wind.