"If I cast my eyes before me, what an Infinite space in which I do not exist; And if I look behind me, what a terrible Procession of years in which I do not Exist, and how little space I occupy in This vast abyss of time..." Like to the falling of a Starre; Or as the flights of Eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gawdy hew; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrow'd light Is straight call'd in, and paid to night The Wind blowes out; the Bubble dies; The Spring entomb'd in Autumn lies; The Dew dries up; the Starre is shot; The Flight is past; and Man forgot The wind blows out and the bubble dies The spring entomb'd in autumn lies The dew dries up and the starre is shot The flight is past and man forgot And earth covers earth And time tryeth truth Earth covers earth Time tryeth true