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MS. Fairfax 4o. 279 
To keepe our Passions Reguler 
The many Ills each day is done 
Makes Death less fear’d but once to come 
But rather thanke Death that’s the Cause 
Our Ills are not Imortal Lawes 
Vpon a Fontaine 
Seest thou how these waters flowe 
How soone againe away itt glides 
Soe worldly Glory’s but a showe 
That neuer long wt» vs abides! 
Vpon the New-built 
House att Apleton 
Thinke not 6 Man that dwells herein 
This House’s a Stay but as an Inne 
Wh for Conuenience fittly stands 
In way to one nott made wt' hands 
But if a time here thou take Rest 
Yett thinke Eternity’s the Best 
Shortness of Life 
In Rosy mor’ne I saw Aurora red 
But when the Sun his beames had fully spred 
She vanisht I saw a Frost then a Dew 
T’wixt time soe short as scarce a time I knew 
This stranger seemd when in more raised thought 
I saw Death Come How soone a life he’ad Caught 
Wher in the turninge of an eye he’ad done 
Farre Speedier execution then the Sun 

Pour une Fontaine 
Vois tu, passant, couler cette onde 
Et s’ecouler incontinent ? 
Ainsi fuit la gloire du monde 
Et rien que Dieu n’est permanent Malherbe. 
