William Alabaster - "Eternity, the womb of things created" lyrics

Eternity, the womb of things created, The endless bottom of duration, Whose half was always past, yet unbegun, And half behind still coming unabated; Whose thread conjoinèd, both unseparated, Is time, which dated is by motion; Eternity, whose real thoughts are one With God, that is everness actuated: O tie my soul unto this endless clew, That I may overfathom fate and time In all my actions which I do pursue, And bound my thoughts in that unbounded clime: For soul and thoughts, designs and acts, are evil, That under compa** of this life do level.