For can their carefull ghosts from Limbo take
Return, or listen from the bowed skie
To heare how well their learned lines do take?
Or if they could; is Heavens felicitie
So small as by mans praise to be encreas’d,
Hells pain no greater then hence to be eas’d?
Therefore once dead in vain shall I transmit
My shadow to gazing Posteritie;
Cast farre behind me I shall never see’t,
On Heavens fair Sunne having fast fixt mine eye.