S 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.

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.

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.
Heere make a period Time, and saie for mee,
She  was, the like that never was, nor never more shalbe.

Drayton, Michael. The Works of Michael Drayton. Volume I.
J. William Hebel, ed. Oxford: Shakespeare Head Press, 1931. 101.

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