Alas, we scarce live long enough to try
130Whether a true made clocke run right, or lie.
Old Grandsires talke of yesterday with sorrow,
And for our children wee reserve to morrow.
So short is life, that every peasant strives,
In a torne house, or field, to have three lives.
135And as in lasting, so in length is man
Smalnesse of stature.
Contracted to an inch, who was a spanne;
For had a man at first in forrests stray'd,