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T A Y, stay, sweet Time, behold or ere thou passe
From world to world, thou long hast sought to see,
That wonder now wherein all wonders be,
Where heaven beholds her in a mortall glasse.
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Nay, |
looke thee Time in this Celestiall glasse,
And thy youth past, in this faire mirror see :
Behold worlds beautie in her infancie,
What shee was then, and thou or ere shee was.
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Now |
passe on Time, to after-worlds tell this,
Tell truelie Time what in thy time hath beene,
That they may tel mor e worlds what Time hath seene,
And heaven may joy to think on past worlds blisse.
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Hee | re make a period Time, and saie for mee,
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She |
was, the like that never was, nor never more shalbe.
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