Like to the rowling of an eye, <br />Or like a starre shott from the skye, <br />Or like a hand upon a clock, <br />Or like a wave upon a rock, <br />Or like a winde, or like a flame, <br />Or like false newes which people frame, <br />Even such is man, of equall stay, <br />Whose very growth leades to decay. <br /> The eye is turn'd, the starre down bendeth <br /> The hand doth steale, the wave descendeth, <br /> The winde is spent, the flame unfir'd, <br /> The newes disprov'd, man's life expir'd. <br /> <br /> <br />Like to an eye which sleepe doth chayne, <br />Or like a starre whose fall we fayne, <br />Or like the shade on Ahaz watch, <br />Or like a wave which gulfes doe snatch <br />Or like a winde or flame that's past, <br />Or smother'd newes confirm'd at last; <br />Even so man's life, pawn'd in the grave, <br />Wayts for a riseing it must have. <br /> The eye still sees, the starre still blazeth, <br /> The shade goes back, the wave escapeth, <br /> The winde is turn'd, the flame reviv'd, <br /> The newes renew'd, and man new liv'd.<br /><br />William Strode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-death-resurrection/
