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Robert Herrick - Upon Time
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Time was upon
The wing, to fly away;
And I call`d on
Him but awhile to stay;
But he`d be gone,
For aught that I could say.

He held out then
A writing, as he went,
And ask`d me, when
False man would be content
To pay again
What God and Nature lent.

An hour-glass,
In which were sands but few,
As he did pass,
He shew`d,—and told me too
Mine end near was;—
And so away he flew.
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