I read a poem from a blog of my acquaintance, titled 'On time' written by John Milton.
On time
FLY envious Time, till thou run out thy race, Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets pace; And glut thy self with what thy womb devours, Which is no more then what is false and vain, 5And meerly mortal dross;
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