Spenser, I see our souls are fleeting hence

Christopher Marlowe

Spenser, I see our souls are fleeting hence;
We are deprived the sunshine of our life.
Make for a new life, man; throw up thy eyes
And heart and hand to heaven’s immortal throne;
Pay nature’s debt with cheerful countenance;
Reduce we all our lessons unto this –
To die, sweet Spenser, therefore live we all;
Spenser, all live to die, and rise to fall.

Fonte (v. 5-8): Carpeaux, O. M. 2011. História da literatura ocidental, vol. 2, 4ª ed. Brasília, Senado Federal. O trecho acima integra os diálogos da Cena 6, Ato 4, de uma peça publicada em 1593.