POSTERITY.

Daughter of Time, sincere Posterity

Always new born, yet no man knows thy birth,

The arbitress of pure Sincerity,

Yet, changeable, (like Proteus on the earth)

Sometime in plenty, sometime joined with dearth.

Always to come, yet always present here,

Whom all run after, none come after near.

Impartial judge of all save present state

Truth's Idioma of the things are past,

But still pursuing present things with hate,

And more injurious at the first than last,

Preserving others while thine own do waste;

True treasurer of all antiquity,

Whom all desire, yet never one could see.