A Meditation on a Wax Candle lighted.

SEe how my burning Taper gives his light,
And guids my wayes in the obscurest night,
It wasts it selfe for me, and when tis spent
The snuffe doth leave behind a wholsome sent:
Thus doe thy Pastors Lord who shine most bright,
They spend themselves to give thy people light,
And when by thee their posting time's confind,
They dye and leave a lovely smell behind.