Æternitie why buildst thou here?
Dost thou not see the highest tide
Its humbled streame in th' Ocean hide,
And nere the same appeare?
That tide which did its banckes ore-flow,
As sent abroad by the angry sea
To levell vastest buildings low,
And all our Trophies overthrow;
Ebbes like a theefe away.
And thou who to preserve thy name