To his Watch, When He Could Not Sleep

Uncessant Minutes, whil'st you move
          you tell
   The time that tells our life,  which
          though it run
   Never so fast or farr,  you'r new
          begun
Short steps shall overtake;  for though life well

May scape his own Account, it shall not yours,
   You are Death's Auditors, that both divide
And summ what ere that life inspir'd endures
   Past a beginning, and through you we bide

The doom of Fate, whose unrecall'd Decree
   You date, bring, execute; making what's new,
   Ill and good, old, for as we die in you,
You die in Time, Time in Eternity.