That know not whither, nor, how farre they goe)

Nor let us dreame that we in Time, or Place,

Are farre from ending our uncertaine Race.

But, let us fix on Heav'n, a faithfull eye,

And, still, be flying thither, till wee die.

His Pace, must wary be, and slow,
That hath a Slippery-way to goe.