Edward Herbert of Cherbury

This Watch For When He Could Not Fleep

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UNcessant Minutes, whil'st you move
you tell
The time that tells our life, which
though it run
Never so fast or farr, you'r new
Short steps shall overtake ; for though life well

May scape his own Account, it shall not yours,
You are Death's Auditors, that both divide
And summ what ere that life inspir'd endures
Past a beginning, and through you we bide

The doom of Fate, whose unrecall'd Decree
You date, bring, execute ; making what's new,
Ill and good, old, for as we die in you,
You die in Time, Time in Eternity.

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Edward Herbert of Cherbury