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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.

No Trust in Time

William Drummond of Hawthornden (1585–1649)

LOOK how the flower which lingeringly doth fade,

The morning’s darling late, the summer’s queen,

Spoiled of that juice which kept it fresh and green,

As high as it did raise, bows low the head:

Right so my life, contentments being dead,

Or in their contraries but only seen,

With swifter speed declines than erst it spread,

And blasted, scarce now shows what it hath been.

As doth the pilgrim therefore, whom the night

By darkness would imprison on his way,

Think on thy home, my soul, and think aright

Of what yet rests thee of life’s wasting day!

Thy sun posts westward, passèd is thy morn,

And twice it is not given thee to be born.