Classic Poem

Since Nature's workes be good, and death doth serue
As Nature's worke, why should we feare to die?
Since feare is vaine but when it may preserue,
Why should we feare that which we cannot flie?
Feare is more paine than is the paine it feares,
Disarming humane mindes of natiue might;
While each conceit an ougly figure beares,
Which were not euill, well view'd in reason's light.
Our only eyes, which dimm'd with passions be,
And scarce discerne the dawne of comming day,
Let them be clear'd, and now begin to see
Our life is but a step in dustie way:
Then let vs hold the blisse of peacefull minde,
Since this we feele, great losse we cannot finde.