No Time in Eternity

Begin to charm, and as thou strok’st my ears
With thy enchantment, melt me into tears.
Then let thy active hand scud o’er thy lyre:
And make my spirits frantic with the fire.
That done, sink down into a silv’ry strain;
And make me smooth as Balm, and Oil again.

By hours we all live here; in Heaven is known
No spring of time or time's succession.

Fortune's a blind profuse of her own,
Too much she gives to some, enough to none.

Beauty no other thing is than a beam
Flashed out between the middle and extreme.

Things are uncertain and the more we get,
The more on icy pavements we are set.

Man is a watch, wound up at first,
but never wound up again;
once down, he's down for ever.
The watch once down all motions then do cease;
And man's pulse stopp'd all passions sleep in peace.

Music, thou Queen of Heaven, Care-charming-spell,
  That strik'st a stillness into hell: 
Thou that tam'st Tygers, and fierce storms (that rise)
  With thy soul-melting Lullabies: 
Fall down, down, down, from those thy chiming spheres,
To charm our souls, as thou enchant'st our ears.