Milton.

’Tis nothing thou hast given; then add thy tears

For a long race of unrepenting years;

’Tis nothing yet, yet all thou hast to give;

Then add those may-be years thou hast to live;

Yet nothing still; then poor and naked come;

Thy Father will receive his unthrift home,

And thy blest Saviour’s blood discharge the mighty sum.

Dryden.

Look humbly upward, see His will disclose