Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts
UPON ONE'S Birth-Day.
LOok upwards, O my Soul! and thou may'st see
Once more thy Birth-days Anniversary.
Another year of Time is passed by,
And now methinks hath slid so silently,
As if unmeasur'd yet; and thus will seem
Most of thy Days, when spent, in thy esteem.
Man's Life is fitly liken'd unto Fire,
Which unsupply'd with fuel, do's expire.
And thus no sooner's run our •leeting Sand,
But the Glass breaks by Death's destroying hand.
Since then, my Soul, that Time so fast doth slide,
How much art thou obliged to provide
That which may beautifie thy nobler part,
And also cleanse and purifie thy Heart
From all pollution, which within doth reign,
And in that Empire such Dominion gain?
Make firm Resolves, by new Engagements tye
Thy Passions up, restrain their liberty.
Page 17Place thy affections upon things above,
Try then to surfeit i• thou canst on Love;
In time secure that which alone can last,
When youth and beauty, strength and life are past.
Then as thy Sands do was•e, and Years increase,
Thou shalt at last expire with Ioy and Peace.