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Ecclesiastes 3.1
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the Hea∣ven.
Time. Death.
1.
Time. Behold the frailty of this slender snuff,
Alas, it hath ••ot long to last:
Without the h••lp of either ••hief or puff▪
Her weakness knows the way to wast.
Nature hath made her substance apt enough
To spend it self, and spend to fast:
It needs the help of none
That is to prone,
To lavish our untuch'd, and languish all alone.
2.
Death. Time, hold thy peace, and shake thy slow pace Sand,
Thy idle Minutes make no way,
Thy Glass exceeds her hour, or else doth stand,
I cannot hold, I cannot stay.
Surcease thy Pleading, and enlarge my hand,
I surfeit with too long delay.
This brisk, this bold fac'd light
Doth burn too bright;
Darkness adorns my Throne, my day is dark as night.
3.
Time. Great Prince of darkness, hold thy needless hand,
Thy Captiv's fast and cannot flie:
••hat Arm can rescue? who can countermand?
What pow'r can set thy Pris'ner free?
〈◊〉〈◊〉 if they could, what Close, what Forreign Land
Can hide the Head that flees from thee?