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.
|| 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.
|| 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.
Hee||re make a period Time, and saie for mee,
||was, the like that never was, nor never more shalbe.|