Till we shall meet and never part. 120
Henry King.
CXXII
EPITAPH.
Our life is only death! time that ensu’th
Is but the death of time that went before;
Youth is the death of childhood, age of youth;
Die once to God, and then thou diest no more.
Anon.
CXXIII
SONNET.
As due by many titles, I resign