The roses in her cheekes unwithered,
'Twill turne to love, and dote upon the dead.
For he who did to her in life dispence
A heaven, will banish all corruption thence.
[8] times. 1634.
Time to the moments, on sight of Castara.
You younger children of your father stay,
Swift flying moments (which divide the day
And with your number measure out the yeare