MS. Fairfax 40. 279 



[p. 592] 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 



[p. 592] 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 w^h vs abides^ 



[p. 593] Vpon the New-built 



House att Apleton 



Thinke not o Man that dwells herein 

 This House's a Stay but as an Inne 

 W^ for Conuenience fittly stands 

 In way to one nott made w^h hands 

 But if a time here thou take Rest 

 Yett thinke Eternity's the Best 



[p. 594] 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 vSpeo^dier execution then the Sun 



Pour une Fontaine 

 Vols tu, passaut, couler cette onde 

 Et s'ecouler iin-outiiieiit V 

 Ainsi fait la yloire dii monde 

 Et rien que Dieu n'est permaueiit Mallierbe. 



