The same writer thus moralises on the life of man, in a set of similes, as apposite as they are light and elegant.
‘Like to the falling of a star,
Or as the flights of eagles are,
Or like the fresh spring’s gaudy hue,
Or silver drops of morning dew,
Or like a wind that chafes the flood,
Or bubbles which on water stood:
Even such is man, whose borrow’d light
Is straight call’d in and paid to night:—
The wind blows out, the bubble dies;