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PASSION. XLV. (Book 45)
REstes any thing more lighter then a haire,
No haire but doth IOVES godhead high reproue,
What is more light then birds which sparrowes rere,
Yet sparrowes witnes that there is a IOVE:
Is any thing of greater weight then life,
And shall life passe in mistie cloudes of strife?
Yt may not be that I should so beleeue,
Life comes to vs eu'n by the heu'ns decree,
To such conceyt I may •…•…o credit giue,
Life flies away by dynt of destinye,
Life we possesse by force of IOVES commaund,
Life we must yeild, if IVPITER demaund.
For borne we are, and die we stalbe sure,
Because we are of purpose borne to die,
But not content with our estates vnsure,
Nor pleased yet death should our patience trie:
IOVE did commaund, and death obaves his will,
So let it rest IOVES doome for to fulfill.
IOVE did commaund, which must not be gain-said,
He spake the word, and all did yeild consent,
He made a beck, and roaring seas obayed,
Then with our states why are we not content?
He wills vs from these worldly cares refrayne,
And his edict must eu'r and eu'r remayne.