But, let us learne to heed, as well as know,
That, Spring doth passe; that, Summer steales away;
And, that the Flow'r which makes the fairest show,
E're many Weekes, must wither and decay.
And, from this Emblem, let each Lab'ring-Swaine
(In whatsoever course of life it be)
Take heart, and hope, amidst his daily paine,
That, of his Travailes, he good fruits shall see.
The Plow'd and Harrow'd Field, which, to thine eye,
Seemes like to be the Grave, in which the Seeds