 | The poetical works of Robert Herrick |  |
Upon Time.
Time was upon
The wing, to flie away;
And I cal'd on
Him but a while to stay;
But he'd be gone,
For ought that I could say.
The wing, to flie away;
And I cal'd on
Him but a while to stay;
But he'd be gone,
For ought that I could say.
He held out then,
A Writing, as he went;
And askt me, when
False man would be content
To pay agen,
What God and Nature lent.
A Writing, as he went;
And askt me, when
False man would be content
To pay agen,
What God and Nature lent.
An houre-glasse,
In which were sands but few,
As he did passe,
He shew'd, and told me too,
Mine end near was,
And so away he flew.
In which were sands but few,
As he did passe,
He shew'd, and told me too,
Mine end near was,
And so away he flew.
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