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IV. A Dialogue betwixt Time and a Pilgrime.

Pilgr.
Aged man, that mowes these fields.

Time.
Pilgrime speak, what is thy will?

Pilgr.
Whose soile is this that such sweet Pasture yields?
Or who art thou whose Foot stand never still?
Or where am I?

Time.
In love.

Pilgr.
His Lordship lies above.

Time.
Yes and below, and round about
Where in all sorts of flow'rs are growing
Which as the early Spring puts out,
Time fals as fast a mowing.

Pilgr.
If thou art Time, these Flow'rs have Lives,
And then I fear,
Under some Lilly she I love
May now be growing there.

Time.
And in some Thistle or some spyre of grasse,
My syth thy stalk before hers come may passe.

Pilgr.
Wilt thou provide it may.

Time.
No.

Pilgr.
Alleage the cause.

Time.
Because Time cannot alter but obey Fates laws.

Cho.
Then happy those whom Fate, that is the stronger,
Together twists their threads, & yet draws hers the longer.