When time was young, & World in I… Man did not proudly strive for So… But each one thought his petty Ru… If of his house he held the Monar… This was the golden Age, but afte…

Thou mighty God of Sea and Land, I here resigne into thy hand The Son of Prayers, of vowes, of… The child I stay’d for many yeare… Thou heard’st me then, and gav’st…

And live I still to see Relations… And yet survive to sound this wail… Ah, woe is me, to write thy Funer… Who might in reason yet have lived… I saw the branches lopt the Tree…

As spring the winter doth succeed, And leaues the naked Trees doe dr… The earth all black is cloth’d in… At svn—shine each their joy expres… My Svns returned with healing win…

Lo now! four other acts upon the s… Childhood, and Youth, the Manly,… The first: son unto Phlegm, grand… Unstable, supple, moist, and cold’… The second: frolic claims his pedi…

Lo, now four other act upon the st… Childhood and Youth, the Many and… The first son unto phlegm, grandch… Unstable, supple, cold and moist’s… The second, frolic, claims his ped…

Twice ten years old not fully told since nature gave me breath, My race is run, my thread spun, lo! here is fatal death. All men must die, and so must I;

What God is like to him I serve, What Saviour like to mine? O, never let me from thee swerue, For truly I am thine. My thankfull mouth shall speak thy…

O Lord, Thou hear’st my daily moa… And see’st my dropping tears. My troubles all are Thee before, My longings and my fears. Thou hitherto hast been my God;

Another four I’ve left yet to bri… Of four times four the last Quate… The Winter, Summer, Autumn & the… In season all these Seasons I sha… Sweet Spring like man in his Mino…

The Fire, Air, Earth and water d… Which was the strongest, noblest a… Who was of greatest use and might’… In placide Terms they thought now… That in due order each her turn sh…

Bles’t bee thy Name, who did’st r… To health my Daughter dear When death did seem ev’n to approa… And life was ended near. Gravnt shee remember what thov’st…

What shall I render to Thy name Or how Thy praises speak? My thanks how shall I testify? O Lord, Thou know’st I’m weak. I owe so much, so little can

2. Sam. 1. 19. Alas slain is the… Illustrious Saul whose beauty did… Upon thy places mountainous and hi… How did the Mighty fall, and fall… In Gath let not this things be sp…

Phoebus make haste, the day’s too… The silent night’s the fittest tim… But stay this once, unto my suit g… And tell my griefs in either hemis… (And if the whirling of thy wheels…