This is a poem written on the back of a letter by Michelangelo Buonarroti, in the 1500s.
"Time marches on and measures out the hours.
Of this our life, a poisonous and bitter day;
It is a scythe and we are like the hay,
....Faith is short-lived and beauty does not last..."
"Time marches on and measures out the hours.
Of this our life, a poisonous and bitter day;
It is a scythe and we are like the hay,
....Faith is short-lived and beauty does not last..."
 |
| Michelangelo Buonarroti |
