. Quarles' Emblems . Ire not my days few ? Cease then, and let me alone, thatI may bewail myself a little.—Jon X. 20. My glass is half unspent; forbear t arrestMy thriftless day too soon: my poor requestIs, that my glass may run but out the rest. My time-devoured minutes will be doneWithout thy help; see, see how swift they run :Cut not my thread before my thread be spun. The gains not great I purchase by this stay;What loss sustainst thou by so small delay,To whom ten thousand years are but a day ? My following eye can hardly make a shiftTo count my winged hours ; they fly so swift,They scarc
. Quarles' Emblems . Ire not my days few ? Cease then, and let me alone, thatI may bewail myself a little.—Jon X. 20. My glass is half unspent; forbear t arrestMy thriftless day too soon: my poor requestIs, that my glass may run but out the rest. My time-devoured minutes will be doneWithout thy help; see, see how swift they run :Cut not my thread before my thread be spun. The gains not great I purchase by this stay;What loss sustainst thou by so small delay,To whom ten thousand years are but a day ? My following eye can hardly make a shiftTo count my winged hours ; they fly so swift,They scarce deserve the bounteous name of gift. The secret wheels of hurrying time do giveSo short a warning, and so fast they drive,That I am dead before I seem to live. 184 Quarles E111 blems. And whats a life? a weary pilgrimage,Whose glory in one day doth fill thy stageWith childhood, manhood, and decrepit age. And whats a life ? the flourishing arrayOf the proud summer-meadow, which to-dayWears her green plush, and is t
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