While we who t' earth contract our hearts,
And onely studie Arts
To shorten the sad length of Time:
In place of joyes bring humble feares:
For hymnes, repentant teares
And a new sigh for every crime.
Qui quasi flos egreditur.
To the Right Honourable, the Lady Cat. T.
Faire Madame! You
May see what's man in yond' bright rose.