The glass is full, and now my glass is run;
And now I live, and now my life is done!
Chidiock Tychborn.
LIX
LINES WRITTEN THE NIGHT BEFORE HIS EXECUTION.
E’en such is time; which takes on trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
And pays us but with earth and dust;
Which in the dark and silent grave,
When we have wandered all our ways, 5
Shuts up the story of our days: