Caelica, Sonnet LXXXVII

WHen as Mans life, the light of humane lust,
In soacket of his earthly lanthorne burnes,
That all this glory vnto ashes must,
And generations to corruption turnes;
Then fond desires that onely feare their end,
Doe vainely wish for life, but to amend.

But when this life is from the body fled,
To see it selfe in that eternall Glasse,
Where time doth end, and thoughts accuse the dead,
Where all to come, is one with all that was;
Then liuing men aske how he left his breath,
That while he liued neuer thought of death.