In the Night-piece on Death

P. Time was, like thee they life possest, And time shall be, that thou shalt rest.

M. Time was, like thee they life possest, And thou like them shalt sink to rest.

Nor count we death a cause to grieve, But dying when to vice we live.

P. On earth, and in the body plac'd, A few, and evil years they waste.

M. Confin'd to flesh, and plac'd beneath, A few, and evil years they breathe.