And if that wisdom still wise ends propound,
Why made He Man, of other creatures king?
When (if he perish here!) there is not found,
In all the world so poor and vile a thing?
If Death do quench us quite; we have great wrong;
Since for our service, all things else were wrought:
That daws, and trees, and rocks should last so long,
When we must in an instant pass to nought.
But, blest be that Great Power! that hath us blest
With longer life, than heaven or earth can have