'Tis vain to think beyond the grave;
Out of our reach the Gods have laid
Of Time to come th' event,
And laugh to see the Fools afraid
Of what the Knaves invent.
But the self-abandonment and the passion of two or three of Sedley's songs are out of Milton's reach:--
Not Celia that I juster am,
Or better than the rest,
For I would change each hour like them,
Were not my heart at rest.