By Sir Walter Raleigh

   Even such is time, which takes in trust 
   Our youth, our joys, and all we have, 
   And pays us but with age and dust, 
   Who in the dark and silent grave 
   When we have wandered all our ways 
   Shuts up the story of our days, 
   And from which earth, and grave, and dust 
   The Lord will raise me up, I trust.