For those sacred powers Tread on oblivion: no desert of ours Can be entombed in their celestial breasts.
William Browne, Britannia's Pastorals, Book III. Song II, Stanza 23.
Did therewith bury in oblivion.William Browne
Well-languaged Daniel.William Browne
If heaven send no supplies, The fairest blossom of the garden dies.William Browne
Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span.William Browne