July 21. The 7th day

Man's life is like a Rose, that in the Spring Begins to blossome, fragrant smells to bring: Within a day or two, behold Death's sent, A publick Messenger of discontent. Lord grant, that when my Rose begins to fade, I may behold an Everlasting shade.

Alas, what is the World? a Sea of Glass. Alas, what's Earth? it's but an Hower-glass. The Sea dissolves; the Glass is quickly run Behold, with speed man's Life is quickly done. Let me so swim in this Sea, that I may With thee live happy in another day.

Had I as many dayes to live, as I See drops are in the sea, yet I must dye: Each day a drop, would carry away a day; And so my life would swiftly pass away. Jehovah great, humbly I hee beseech The number of my dayes me for to teach.

I every day do see that here below Is nothing permanent, away they go; Friends, and Relations, every thing that I Do cast mine eyes upon, is Vanity. Give me a portion then even in that place, Where still I may behold thy blessed face.

I now lye down to rest, but do not know Where by the morning God will me bestow.