Tixall Poetry/A Glass Lampe Broken
A Glass Lampe Broken.
This vestall flame might ever burne,Closd in so pure a virgin urne,Had not the frost outmatch'd the fire,And taught how beauty may expire.I know thy blazing beautye's might,I feele the heate, I see the light;Thy soule, unto my eyes though dimme,Transpares, I grant, through every limbe;But age's frost comes on a pace,And that may crack thy christall case.