LIFE IS THE BODY'S LIGHT
Life is the body's light; which, once declining,
by Robert Herrick
Those crimson clouds i' th' cheeks and lips leave shining:-
Those counter-changed tabbies in the air,
The sun once set, all of one colour are:
So, when death comes, fresh tinctures lose their place,
And dismal darkness then doth smutch the face.