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Song 69. The lazy hours move slow
The lazy hours move slow,The minutes stay;
Old time with leaden feet doth goe,
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The slow pac'd spheres above
Have sure releas'd their guardians, and without help move,
Whilest that the very Angels rest; the numbred sands
That slide through this small glass,
And into minutes time divide, too slow each other do displace;
The tedious wheels of light
No faster chime then that dul shade which waits on night,
For expectation out-runs time: How long Lord must I stay?
How long dwel here?
Oh free me from this loathed clay;
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With far more joy shall I resign my breath;
For to my grieved soul not to die is every minute a new death.
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