 | The Poetical Works of William Drummond of Hawthornden
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[O Tymes, o Heauen that still in motion art]
O Tymes, o Heauen that still in motion art,
And by your course confound vs mortall wights!
O flying Dayes! o euer-gliding Nights,
Which passe more nimble than wind or archers dart!
Now I my selfe accuse, excuse your part,
For hee who fixd your farr-off shining lights,
You motion gaue, and did to mee impart
A Mind to marke and to preuent your slights.
Lifes web yee still weaue out, still (foole) I stay,
Malgrè my iust Resolues, on mortall things.
Ah! as the Bird surprisd in subtile springs,
That beates with wing but cannot flye away,
So struggle I, and faine would change my case,
But this is not of Nature, but of grace.
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