To the Countesse of Bedford.
On New-yeares day.
THIS twilight of two yeares, not past nor next,
Some embleme is of mee, or I of this,
Who Meteor-like, of stuffe and forme perplext,
Whose what, and where, in disputation is,
5If I should call mee any thing, should misse.
I summe the yeares, and mee, and finde mee not
Debtor to th'old, nor Creditor to th'new,