1Oh mee
! how Sore
! how sad
is my poor heart 2How loath
my Soule is from my Flesh to part; 3Hath forty years acquaintance
causd Such Love 4To rottennes
; that thou wilt ungratefull prove; 5To that invisable Light! of which wee are beams
6Wilt thou leave Substances
(my Soul) for dreams
7The Scene is Sable
, horrid Tragedies 8Are Acted
here before my weeping eyes 9Art thou not weary of this dismale stage
10Mee thinks I’ve liv’d a tedious pilgrimage
11And now the Sepulcher
I’ve reach’d at last 12My Soule for love or feare make thou more hast,
13For Shame, rows
up a little mend thy pace 14Tis Glory beckons and thou’rt led by Grace
15Then never care, Though Death abrupt
thy story 16What thou wants here, shall finish’d bee in Glory
. 17Then farewell Emptie Honor
, pleasure, We’lth 18(
And what Crowns
all,) farewell my Youth, & Health, 19To you my Freinds I will not bid Adue
20For in A happier place I Shall meet you.