The lazy hours move slow, The minutes stay; Old Time with leaden feet doth go, And his light wings hath cast away. The slow-pac'd spheres above 5 Have sure releas'd Their guardians, and without help move, Whilst that the very angels rest. The number'd sands that slide Through this small glass, 10 And into minutes Time divide, Too slow each other do displace; The tedious wheels of light No faster chime, Than that dull shade which waits on night: 15 For Expectation outruns Time. How long, Lord, must I stay? How long dwell here? O free me from this loathed clay! Let me no more these fetters wear! 20 With far more joy Shall I resign my breath, For, to my griev'd soul, not to die Is every minute a new death. IV. LYRICS PRINTED ONLY IN EDITIONS OF 1647 AND 1651. LOVE'S INNOCENCE.[4:1] See how this ivy strives to twine[4:2] Her wanton arms about the vine, And her coy lover thus restrains, Entangled in her amorous chains; See how these neighb'ring palms do bend 5 Their heads, and mutual murmurs send, As whispering with a jealous fear[4:3] Their loves into each other's ear. Then blush not such a flame to own } As, like thyself, no crime hath known; } 10 Led by these harmless guides, we may }[4:4] Embrace and kiss as well as they. } And like those blessed souls above, Whose life is harmony and love, Let us our mutual thoughts betray, 15 And in our wills our minds display. This silent speech is swifter far Than the ears' lazy species are; And the expression it affords (As our desires,) 'bove reach of words. 20 Thus we, my Dear, of these may learn[4:5] A passion others not discern; Nor can it shame or blushes move, Like plants to live, like angels love: Since all excuse with equal innocence 25 What above reason is, or beneath sense. THE DEDICATION.[5:1] To Love.