Some men a forward motion love, But I by backward steps would move. - Henry Vaughan

Still young and fine! but what is still in view We slight as old and soil'd, though fresh and new.

I will on thee as on a comet look, A comet, the sad world's ill-boding book; Thy light as luctual and stain'd with woes I'll judge, where penal flames sit mixt and close. But though some think thou shin'st but to restrain Bold storms, and simply dost attend on rain; Yet I know well, and so our sins require, Thou dost but court cold rain, till rain turns fire.

Happy those early days, when I Shined in my angel-infancy! Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race.