In this world (the Isle of Dreames) While we sit by sorrowes streames, Teares and terrors are our theames Reciting: But when once from hence we flie, More and more approaching nigh Unto young Eternitie Uniting: In that whiter Island, where Things are evermore sincere; Candor here, and lustre there Delighting: There no monstrous fancies shall Out of hell an horrour call, To create (or cause at all) Affrighting. There in calm and cooling sleep We our eyes shall never steep; But eternall watch shall keep, Attending Pleasures, such as shall pursue Me immortaliz'd, and you; And fresh joyes, as never too Have ending. |