Harris, Sarah

So full wert thou with thy Creators Gift/ As made it dayly thy cheife end and Drift/ Right well to spend thy time was thy desire/ And to obtaine with the Celesiale Quire/ Heavenly joyes alone w'ch make the heart admire./ Hence, well consider that our time is short/ All yee that reade this, lett these lines exhort;/ Rest not your minde on transitory things,/ Rendering yo'r time to that which trouble brings/ In houre of death, which will a terror bee/ Since wee must post into Eternitie.