“For Juliana comes, and she, what I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me.”

“Ye glow-worms, whose officious flameTo wand’ring mowers shows the way,That in the night have lost their aim,And after foolish fires do stray;Your courteous lights in vain you waste,Since Juliana here is come,For she my mind hath so displac’dThat I shall never find my home.”

“What wondrous life in this I leadRipe apples drop about my head”

“But Fate does iron wedges drive,And always crowds itself betwixt.”

“Like the vain curlings of the watery maze,Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise,So Man, declining always, disappearsIn the weak circles of increasing years;And his short tumults of themselves compose,While flowing Time above his head does close.”

“The grave's a fine and private place,But none, I think, do there embrace.”

“But at my back I always hear Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.”