unknown author

“ In each sunne-dyall full as much as you,
Yet, though it eastwards post, ther's none will say
The shadow gaines the light, or winnes the day:
So traveling but makes us here beneath
Resemble more the images of death:
Though Eagypts sunne may us to mummy burne,
Arabian fumes can nere to phoenix turne.
Oh three times happy that contented man,
Who, measuring all the world with one sole spann,
Contented with a single point of it,
Can quiet in his native country sitt! ”