Time was upon <br />The wing, to fly away; <br />And I call'd on <br />Him but awhile to stay; <br />But he'd be gone, <br />For aught that I could say. <br /> <br />He held out then <br />A writing, as he went, <br />And ask'd me, when <br />False man would be content <br />To pay again <br />What God and Nature lent. <br /> <br />An hour-glass, <br />In which were sands but few, <br />As he did pass, <br />He shew'd,--and told me too <br />Mine end near was;-- <br />And so away he flew.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-time/
