Question

Suns that set and moons that wane

Rise and are restored again,

Stars that orient day subdues

Night at her return renews.

Herbs and flowers, the beauteous birth

Of the genial womb

Suffer but a transient death

From the winter’s cruel breath.

We alas, earth’s haughty kings,

We that promise mighty things,

Losing soon life’s happy prime,

Droop and fade in little time.

Give a suitable title to the poem​

Answer 1

Answer:

ON the shortness of life BY-WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE