Tixall Poetry/A Glasse Bell in a Pendant, Broken
A Glasse Bell in a Pendant, Broken.
While this bell livd still ringing in your eare,You heard not what it sometymes whispered there:Upon how fraie a thred the grace dependsYour smooth-tongd lover to your care commends;
And with how soft a blow of fortune's stroke,The promises and vowes you heare are broke.Now burst, it brekes into a lowder knell,In prelud to your lover's passing-bell;And toles a dirge to beautys overthrow,That must have once its fall and breking too.