Every day is a life in little; in the account thereof, we may reckon our growth from the womb of the morning; our growth, from thence to noon, when we are as the sun in his strength; after which, like a shadow that declineth, we hasten to the evening of our age, and so to our sun-set, when we come to close our eyes in sleep, the image and representative of death. Our whole life, is but this tale of a day told over and over. I would therefore so spend every day as if it were all the days I had to live...
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Every Day Is a Life in Little
Sir William Waller, Divine Meditations Upon Several Occasions: With a Daily Directory, p. 161: