A Glasse Bell in a Pendant, Broken.
While this bell livd still ringing in your eare,
You heard not what it sometymes whispered there:
Upon how fraie a thred the grace depends
Your smooth-tongd lover to your care commends;
And with how soft a blow of fortune's stroke,
The promises and vowes you heare are broke.
Now burst, it brekes into a lowder knell,
In prelud to your lover's passing-bell;
And toles a dirge to beautys overthrow,
That must have once its fall and breking too.
You heard not what it sometymes whispered there:
Upon how fraie a thred the grace depends
Your smooth-tongd lover to your care commends;
And with how soft a blow of fortune's stroke,
The promises and vowes you heare are broke.
Now burst, it brekes into a lowder knell,
In prelud to your lover's passing-bell;
And toles a dirge to beautys overthrow,
That must have once its fall and breking too.