"If I cast my eyes before me, what an   Infinite space in which i do not exist;   And if I look behind me, what a terrible   Procession of years in which I do not   Exist, and how little space i occupy in   This vast abyss of time..."      Like to the falling of a Starre;   Or as the flights of Eagles are;   Or like the fresh spring's gawdy hew;   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 blowes out; the Bubble dies;   The Spring entomb'd in Autumn lies;   The Dew dries up; the Starre is shot;   The Flight is past; and Man forgot      The wind blows out and the bubble dies   The spring entomb'd in autumn lies   The dew dries up and the starre is shot   The flight is past and man forgot      And earth covers earth   And time tryeth truth      Earth covers earth   Time tryeth true