Doth harden, still; so, running out the round,
It growes to be the Stone it was before.
Thus, All things wheele about; and, each Beginning,
Made entrance to it owne Destruction, hath.
The Life of Nature, entreth in with Sinning;
And, is for ever, wayted on by Death:
The Life of Grace, is form'd by Death to Sinne;
And, there, doth Life-eternall, straight beginne.