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The Poems of James VI. of Scotland

Edited by James Craigie

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ANE SCHORT POEME OF TYME.
  
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ANE SCHORT POEME OF TYME.

As I was pansing in a morning, aire,
And could not sleip, nor nawayis take me rest,
Furth for to walk, the morning was sa faire,
Athort the feilds, it semed to me the best.
The East was cleare, whereby belyue I gest
That fyrie Titan cumming was in sight,
Obscuring chast Diana by his light.
Who by his rysing in the Azure skyes,
Did dewlie helse all thame on earth do dwell.
The balmie dew through birning drouth he dryis,
VVhich made the soile to sauour sweit and smell,
By dewe that on the night before downe fell,
VVhich then was soukit vp by the Delphienns heit
Vp in the aire: it was so light and weit.
Whose hie ascending in his purpour Sphere
Prouoked all from Morpheus to flee;
As beasts to feid, and birds to sing with beir,
Men to their labour, bissie as the Bee:
Yet ydle men deuysing did I see,
How for to dryue the tyme that did them irk,
By sindrie pastymes, quhill that it grew mirk.
Then woundred I to see them seik a wyle,
So willinglie the precious tyme to tyne:
And how they did them selfis so farr begyle,
To fashe of tyme, which of it selfe is fyne.
Fra tyme be past, to call it bakwart syne
Is bot in vaine: therefore men sould be warr,
To sleuth the tyme that flees fra them so farr.

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For what hath man bot tyme into this lyfe,
Which giues him dayis his God aright to knaw:
Wherefore then sould we be at sic a stryfe,
So spedelie our selfis for to withdraw
Euin from the tyme, which is on nowayes slaw
To flie from vs, suppose we fled it noght?
More wyse we were, if we the tyme had soght.
Bot sen that tyme is sic a precious thing,
I wald we sould bestow it into that
Which were most pleasour to our heauenly King.
Flee ydilteth, which is the greatest lat.
Bot sen that death to all is destinat,
Let vs imploy that tyme that God hath send vs,
In doing weill, that good men may commend vs.
Haec quoq; perficiat, quod perficit omnia, Tempus.
FINIS.