Still was the night, Serene & Bright,
when all Men sleeping lay;
Calm was the season, & carnal reason
thought so 'twould last for ay.
O Dearest Dread, most glorious King,
I'le of thy justest Judgements sing:
So thou my head and heart inspire,
Reader, I am a fool;
And have adventured
To play the fool this once for Christ,
The more his fame to spread.
A Song of Emptiness
To Fill up the Empty Pages Following
Vain, frail, short liv'd, and miserable Man,
What Mortal man can with his Span
mete out Eternity?
Or fathom it by depth of Wit,