"'Tis well, 'tis well with them, said I,

Whose short-liv'd Passions with themselves can die.

For none can be unhappy, who }

'Midst all his Ills a Time does know, }

Tho' ne'er so long, when he shall not be so."—Cowley. }

In this stanza the two first and the last, and the third and fourth rhyme to one another.

"It is enough, enough of Time and Pain

Hast thou consum'd in vain;

Leave, wretched Cowley, leave,

Thy self with Shadows to deceive.