Metrum 6

He that thirsts for glories prize,
 Thinking that the top of all
Let him view th'Expansed skies,
 And the Earths Contracted ball,
'Twill shame him then, the name he wan
Fils not the short walk of one man.

2.

O why vainly strive you then
 To shake off the bands of Fate,
Though fame through the world of men
 Should in all tongues your names relate,
And with proud titles swell that storie
The Darke grave scorns your brightest glorie.

3.

There with Nobles beggers sway,
 And Kings with Commons share one dust,
What newes of Brutus at this day,
 Or Fabricius the Just?
Some rude Verse Cut in stone, or led
 Keeps up the names, but they are dead.

4.

So shall you, one day (past reprieve)
 Lye (perhaps) without a name,
But if dead you think to live
 By this aire of humane fame,
Know, when time stops that posthume breath,
You must endure a second death.