Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable.

Time.

Beauties great enemie, and to all the rest That in the garden of Adonis springs, Is wicked Time, who with his sithe addrest, Does mow the flowing herbes and goodly things, And all their glorie to the earth downe flings, VVhere they do wither, and are fouly marde, He flies about, and with his flaggie wings, Beates downe both leaues and buds without regard. Ne euer pittie may relent his malice hard. E. Spencer.

Mishapen Time, coapsmate of vgly might, Swift subtill poast, carrier of grislie care, Eater of youth, false slaue to false delight, Base watch of woes, sinnes packhorse, vertues snare, Thou nursest all, and murtherest all that are. W. Shakespeare.

Stealing Time the subiect to delay. S. Ph. Sydney.

—Times golden thigh Vpholdes the flowrie body of the earth, In sacred harmonie and euerie birth Of men, audacious makes legitimate, Being vsde aright, the vse of times is fate. G. Chapman.

No mortall forme that vnder moone remaines, Exempt from traiterous Time, continueth one. Now mountes the floud, and straight his waues re∣strains Now flowes the tyde, and strait the sourse is gone, VVho toyles by Sea, must choose the fayrest gale, For time abodes our good or badde auaile▪ D. Lodge.

Al those that liue and thinke themselues but slime, Must choose and thriue by fauour of the time. Idem.

Swift speedie Time, feathered with flying howres, Dissolues the beautie of the fayrest browe. S. Daniell.

Time doth consume fame, honour, wit, & strength, Time roots out youth and beauties looke at length. Tho. Watson.

Time wanting bonds, still wanteth certaintie. M. Dr.

To Fames rich treasure Time vnlocks the doore, Which angrie sorrow had shut vp before. Idem.

Time is a bondslaue to eternitie. Tho. Kyd.

All that doth liue is subiect to his law,

All things decay in time, and to their end do draw. Ed. Spencer.

What wrong hath not continuance out-worne, Yeares makes that right that neuer was so borne. S. Daniell.

Good time is blest, badde time wee hold accurst, Time hurts them oft that he did helpe at first. T. Churchyard.

Times glory is to calme contending kings, To vnmaske falshood, and bring truth to light, To stampe the seale of time in aged things, To wake the morne, and sentinell the night, To wrong the wronger till hee render right: To ruinate proude buildings with his howres, And smeare with dust their glittering golden towres, To fill with worm holes stately monuments, To feede obliuion with decay of things, To blot old Bookes, and alter their contents, To pull the quilles from auncient Rauens wings, To drie the old okes sappe, and cherish springs To spoyle antiquities of hammered steele, And turne the giddie round of fortunes wheele, To shew the Beldame daughters of her daughters, To make the child a man, the man a child, To slay the tyger that doth liuely slaughter, To tame the vnicorne and the lyon wilde, To make the subtill in themselues be guild, To cheere the plow-man with increasefull crops, And waste huge stones with little water-drops. W. Shakespeare.