 | The poems of William Habington |  |
To the Moment last past
O whither dost thou flye? Cannot my vowIntreat thee tarry? Thou wert here but now,
And thou art gone: like ships which plough the Sea,
And leave no print for man to tracke their way.
O unseene wealth! who thee did husband, can
Out-vie the jewels of the Ocean,
The mines of th' earth! One sigh well spent in thee
Had beene a purchase for eternity!
We will not loose thee then. Castara, where
Shall we finde out his hidden sepulcher;
And wee'le revive him. Not the cruell stealth
Of fate shall rob us, of so great a wealth.
Vndone in thrift! while we besought his stay,
Ten of his fellow moments fled away.
| The poems of William Habington | |