Uncessant Minutes, whil'st you move <br /> you tell <br /> The time that tells our life, which <br /> though it run <br /> Never so fast or farr, you'r new <br /> begun <br />Short steps shall overtake; for though life well <br /> <br />May scape his own Account, it shall not yours, <br /> You are Death's Auditors, that both divide <br />And summ what ere that life inspir'd endures <br /> Past a beginning, and through you we bide <br /> <br />The doom of Fate, whose unrecall'd Decree <br /> You date, bring, execute; making what's new, <br /> Ill and good, old, for as we die in you, <br />You die in Time, Time in Eternity.<br /><br />Edward Herbert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-his-watch-when-he-could-not-sleep/
