The Evening-watch. A Dialogue.

FArewell! I goe to sleep; but when
The day-star springs, I'le wake agen.

Goe, sleep in peace; and when thou lyest
Unnumber'd in thy dust when all this frame
Is but one dramme, and what thou now descriest
In sev'rall parts shall want a name,

Then may his peace be with thee, and each dust
Writ in his book, who ne'r betray'd mans trust!

Amen! but hark, e'r we two stray,
How many hours do'st think 'till day?

Ah! go; th'art weak, and sleepie. Heav'n
Is a plain watch, and without figures winds
All ages up; who drew this Circle even
He fils it; Dayes, and hours are Blinds.
Yet, this take with thee; The last gasp of time
Is thy first breath, and mans eternall Prime.