Thy glass will show thee how thy
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint
And of this book this learning mayst
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Look, what thy memory can not contain
Commit to these waste blanks, and thou
Those children nursed, deliver'd from
To take a new acquaintance of thy mind.
These offices, so oft as thou wilt
Shall profit thee and much enrich thy