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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 more 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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Michael Drayton
