"If I cast my eyes before me, what an

Infinite space in which i do not exist;

And if I look behind me, what a terrible

Procession of years in which I do not

Exist, and how little space i occupy in

This vast abyss of time..."



Like to the falling of a Starre;

Or as the flights of Eagles are;

Or like the fresh spring's gawdy hew;

Or silver drops of morning dew;

Or like a wind that chafes the flood;

Or bubbles which on water stood;

Even such is man, whose borrow'd light

Is straight call'd in, and paid to night



The Wind blowes out; the Bubble dies;

The Spring entomb'd in Autumn lies;

The Dew dries up; the Starre is shot;

The Flight is past; and Man forgot



The wind blows out and the bubble dies

The spring entomb'd in autumn lies

The dew dries up and the starre is shot

The flight is past and man forgot



And earth covers earth

And time tryeth truth



Earth covers earth

Time tryeth true