Tichborneโs Elegy
โTichborneโs Elegyโ by Chidiock Tichborne describes the fears and regrets of Tichborne as he faces a certain execution for plotting regicide.
My prime of youth is but a frost of cares;
My feast of joy is but a dish of pain,
My crop of corn is but a field of tares,
And all my good is but vain hope of gain: