Tasso.
I live on earth upon a stage of sorrow;
Lord, if Thou pleasest, end the play to-morrow.
I live on earth, as in a dream of pleasure;
Awake me when Thou wilt, I wait Thy leisure.
I live on earth, but as of life bereaven;
My life’s with Thee, for, Lord, Thou art in Heaven.
Quarles.
Thy life’s a warfare, thou a soldier art,
Satan’s thy foeman, and a faithful heart