IV.

Bound to the Earth, he lifts his eye to Heaven-- Is't not enough, Unhappy Thing! to know Thou art? Is this a boon so kindly given, That being, thou would'st be again, and go, Thou know'st not, reck'st not to what region, so[115] On Earth no more, but mingled with the skies? Still wilt thou dream on future Joy and Woe?[dt] Regard and weigh yon dust before it flies: That little urn saith more than thousand Homilies.