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