T A Y, stay, sweet Time, behold or ere thou passeFrom world to world, thou long hast sought to see,That wonder now wherein all wonders be,Where heaven beholds her in a mortall glasse.
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.
Now
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,
She
was, the like that never was, nor never more shalbe.