Flamma sine Fumo or, poems without fictions. Hereunto are annexed the Causes, Symptoms, or Signes of several Diseases with their Cures, and also the diversity of Urines, with their Causes in Poetical measure. By R. W. [i.e. Rowland Watkyns] |
The Hour-glass. |
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The Hour-glass.
Inter spemque metumque timores inter & iras
Omnem crede diem tibi diluxisse supremum.
Omnem crede diem tibi diluxisse supremum.
Our time consumes like smoke, and posts away,
Nor can we treasure up a month or day.
The sand within the transitory glass
Doth haste, and so our silent minutes pass.
Consider how the lingring hour-glass sends
Sand after sand, until the stock it spends.
Year after year we do consume away,
Until our debt to Nature we do pay.
Old age is full of grief: the life of man
(If we consider) is but like a span
Stretcht from a swollen hand: the more extent
It is by strength, the more the pains augment
Desire not to live long, but to live well,
How long we live not years, but actions tell.
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