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A Golden Mirrour

Conteining certaine Pithie and figuratiue Visions prognosticating good fortune to England and all true English Subiectes with an ouerthrowe to the enemies. Whereto be adioyned certaine pretie Poemes written on the names of sundrie both noble and worshipfull [by Richard Robinson]
 

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Verses penned vpon the Etimoligie of the name of the right worshipful, M. Thomas Leigh of Adlington, in the Countie of Chester, Esquire: purporting the nature of Time.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Verses penned vpon the Etimoligie of the name of the right worshipful, M. Thomas Leigh of Adlington, in the Countie of Chester, Esquire: purporting the nature of Time.

The thorny thumps that Thought did thacke within my wofull breast
Had pincht me so, that Naturue crau'd for help to purchase rest.
Of studious works I weary was, into the fieldes I fled:
My purpose was by wholsome aire, for to refresh my head.
And as I wandred vp and downe, vnder a bush I sate,
Some secrete thing me thought that time, came in my painful pate.


Lo thus at last with musing much, a sleepe came in my eie,
Erst neuer such a dreame I had, nor thing so strange did see
I saw a Lady called Time, which flew as swift as winde,
Geue eare (quoth she) for presently I will expresse my mind.
Haue care vnto my speech (said she) and mark my sayings well:
Els out of wisdomes worthy waies I must thy wits expell.
See here the wings wherwith I fly, behold the knife I beare.
See here the present speed I make: yet Time no man doth feare.
Quite void of care I see the world, they mount with Icarus now,
Undoubtedly so that they gaine, to get they care not how.
Yet I Dame Time will call to count the stoutest of them all,
And giue vnto the loftiest mind, a troublesome tombling fall.
Remember Time began all thinges, at first when all was made,
Time at the last shall cause againe al thinges to wast and fade.
Haue I not cast Ierusalem vnto the slymy soyle?
Of worldly welth I make but dust, though worldlings daily toile
My nature is as I began, so for to make an end,
And cause in time both quick and dead both for to bow and bend.
Such is my nature, that I must make tryal of all trueth,
Looke from the first vnto the last, let ancient bookes be prooffe.
Greeted I haue Cities great, so haue I Castles strong,
In euery part of all the world, these buildings lie along.
Great is my force, let Scripture indge, which saith al things shal wast,
How can the greatest kingdome then escape my force at last.
Els worldlings wold still brag and bost vpon their good and land.
So I dame Time should haue the tant which haue thē in my hand
Such buildings now be mounted vp by such as feare no fall,
Quite void of care the builders be, to leaue the same at all,
Untill I Time with razor sharpe, do cut their vital thred.
I see there is not any now, the latter day doth dread.
Esteeme they doe their goods and lands, and Time to come forget


Remēbring not that Time at last shall cause them pay their det.
Mark but how hours wasteth daies, and daies the weeks deuoure
And weekes consume meneths you see by prooued proofs ech houre.
And moneths do swallow vp the yeare, & years do consume men.
Al this doth chance by me dame Time, yet who knows where or when?
And with this speach she sook her flight, and bad me take my penne.
For to record the words she spake, and publish to al men:
But when I saw that Time was past, alas she greeu'd me sore:
That I in Time did not take Time, I dayly weepe therefore.
Thus haue you hearde my drowsie dreame, though Time be gone, and fled,
And I her sayings still record within my heart and head.
FINIS.