Than we have business in our mother's womb;
What child doth covet to return thereto?
Although all children, first from thence do come!
But as Noah's pigeon which returned no more,
Did shew she footing found, for all the flood;
So when good Souls, departed through death's door,
Come not again; it shews their dwelling good.
And doubtless such a Soul as up doth mount,
And doth appear before her Maker's face,