The wealth we by our worldly traffique gaine,
Weighes light if ballanc'd with the feare or paine.
Paucitatem dierum meorum nuncia mihi. David.
Tell me O great All knowing God!
What period
Hast thou unto my dayes assign'd?
Like some old leafelesse tree, shall I
Wither away: or violently
Fall by the axe, by lightning, or the Wind?