Poems With the Muses Looking-Glasse. Amyntas. Jealous Lovers. Arystippus. By Tho: Randolph ... The fourth Edition enlarged [by Thomas Randolph] |
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On the losse of his finger.
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On the losse of his finger.
How much more blest are trees then men?Their boughes lopt off will grow agen;
But if the steel our limbs dissever,
The joynt once lost is lost for ever.
But fondly I dull fool complain,
Our members shall revive again.
And thou poor finger that art dust
Before the other members, must
Return as soon as hevens command,
And reunited be to'th hand
As those that are not ashes yet,
VVhy dost thou then so envious sit,
And malice Oaks that they to fate
Are tenants of a longer date?
Their leases do more years include
But once expir'd, are nere renew'd.
Therefore deare finger though thou be
Cut from those muscles govern'd thee,
And had thy motion at command,
Yet still as in a margent stand,
To point my thoughts to fix upon
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And since thou canst no finger be
Be a deaths head to humble me,
Till death doth threat her sting in vain.
And we in heaven shake hands again.
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