Tell age it daily wasteth; Tell honour how it alters; Tell beauty that it blasteth; Tell favour that she falters: And as they do reply, Give every one the lie. Tell wit how much it wrangles Then give them both the lie. Tell physic of her boldness; Tell charity of coldness; Tell fortune of her blindness; Tell nature of decay; Tell justice of delay : And if they do reply, Then give them all the lie. So when thou hast, as I Commanded thee, done blabbing, Although to give the lie Deserves no less than stabbing; Yet stab at thee who will, HYMN." RISE, O my soul, with thy desires to heaven, And with divinest contemplation use Thy time where time's eternity is given, And let vain thoughts no more thy thoughts abuse; So live thy better, let thy worse thoughts die! And thou, my soul, inspir'd with holy flame, To Thee, O Jesu! I direct my eye, To Thee my hands, to Thee my humble knees; To Thee my heart shall offer sacrifice, To Thee my thoughts, who my thoughts only sees: To Thee myself, myself and all, I give; To Thee I die, to Thee I only live. LINES WRITTEN THE NIGHT BEFORE HIS EXECUTION. E'EN Such is time, that takes on trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, |