258 E. B. Reed, 



Or longer in this vniuerse 



W'*^ Man-kind haue noe more Conuerse 



Farwell then Suns chearful Hght 



Whose Raj^es expells the shades of Night 



[p. 423] Adeiu deare sihier-Horned Moone 



By step & step our time setts downe 

 Yee Stars farwel that in Night appears 

 Runing in your apoynted Spheres 

 Who from your orbs soe far from hence 

 Throwes downe on vs your influence 

 Stay when yovi will your Constant Course 

 For ouer death you haue noe force 

 Farwel my Friends, farwel delight 

 Deuided by Eternal Night 

 My flitting years how soon th'are spent 

 Remoued as a Sythian Tent 

 Here to day to morrow dead 



[p. 424] Cut off like to a weauers thread 



In morning when new hopes began 

 Er' euening pinning sickness came 

 Yitt did'st nott heare m}^ sad groanes 

 But lyon-like brake all my bones 

 O whatt a little space is this 

 T'wixt Being & not Beinge is 

 Euen from th' Eueninge to the Day 

 My wasting Sperits faide away 

 As Crane or Swallow sett alone 

 To the 6 Lord I make my mo'ne 

 And as the Done that trembling sitts 

 When Hawke aboue doth sores his pitch 



[p. 425] So faints my hart so failes myn eyes 

 hi seing such sad miseryes 

 But thou in Mercy hast noe piere 

 O help me in this troubled feare 

 What shall I say but sure thus much 

 Thy Word & Truth keep perfait touch 

 For sin my soule shall all itts days 

 Walke softly in my pensiue wayes 

 By these things Lord doe Mortals hue 

 New life by these things thou dost giue 

 Lo, Peace to me dost thou restore 

 And Joy for Greefe I had before 



