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Epigr. 6. De sua Clepsydræ.
Setting mine howre glasse for a witnesse byTo measure studie as the time did fly:
A lingring muse posseste my thinking brayne:
My minde was reaching, but in such a veyne,
As if my thoughtes by thinking brought a sleepe,
Winglesse & footelesse, now like snailes did creepe,
I eyde my glasse, but he so fast did ronne.
That ere I had begonne, the howre was donne.
The creeping sandes with speedy pace were flitt,
Before one reason crept out of my witt.
When I stoode still I sawe how time did fly.
When my wits ranne, time ranne, more fast then I,
Stay heere, ile change the course, let study passe
And let time study while I am the glasse.
What touch ye sands? are little mites so fleete?
Can bodies ronne so swift which haue no feete?
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Then farewell howers, I'le study by the day.
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