And in that day more fits of changes pass,
Than atoms run in the turn'd hour-glass.
So that th' incessant cares which life invade
90Might for strong truth their heresy persuade,
Who did maintain that human souls are sent
Into the body for their punishment:
At least with that Greek sage still make us cry,
Not to be born, or, being born, to die.
But Faith steers up to a more glorious scope,
Which sweetens our sharp passage; and firm hope