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Upon a Clock.
The swifter lying Wheel o'r-runs the Day,Would make it seem as guilty of Delay;
And the wing'd hour out-stretch as conquered
In swiftness, by the Plummets weight of lead:
The fallacy is easie, for admit
That weight were off, then time would out-fly it.
O let my flitting dayes so numbred be
By a wise heart, they prove of weight to me:
So may I life dispose, that in the end
By setting bright, it may a clear Day send.
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