AMOUR. 7.

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.





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




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