An Elegy~ 469 And hides her luftre from our darkned fight : Even fo too early death (that has n~ears Open to fuits) in her fcarce -noon of years, , Daf11'd Qlit our light, and left the tempeft inourtcars... . lS· . , · PAt-ents of humane lives are fhorr, and drawn 1 Without adaufe, and with a fecret date; . . Our day is fpent, before it .fcarcely dawn, EaehUrn's appointed, come it foon or late; The coorfe-greind Lockrom,,and the whin: skin LIWJS Are both fubje8:ed to th~ felf-fame fate : . .Fate throws at all: Death fips ofev'ry ·blood., · . Had the but flain the bad, and fpar'dthe rgood, Our ~ill had (par'd this Ink, our Eys had fpafd .thil . 16. (flood~ · QUick.finger'd Death's impartial, and let\:flie · · Her !haftsat all ; but aims w)th fouler fpi~ At t'airer Marks ; $he, now and then, fhoots by · And hits a fool; but levels at the white, Sl}e oftenpricks the Eag~e in the ey~, · And fpares the carkafs of the flagging -Kit~; QEeens drop away, when blew-Ieg'dM#uldn Jiv.es; Dro11es thrive whenBeesare burntwithiri their hives A~ ~ourtly Mildreddies, whenCoun~ry MIIJ/gefur, 17. (vivt5. REtract that word, falfe ~ill: Q~et m,ine eys Redeem that language with'a thoufanfi tear5: P»r Mildred is not dead : Howp..ffion lies!. · · · · How ill that found does r~lifb in ~h~fe ear~!. . Can fhe be ckad, whofe qmqu'ring foul defie~ The bands of death; ~n~ ~orfe than death,the fears~. No, no, f'r.e fits enthrpn·d, and firiiles to fee Our childifh p{l(Jions; 111~ triut;nphs, while we Iq forrow,blaze her ~~ath;that'sdeath and forrow free~ » h 3 . .
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