The Lovers Clock

That none beguiled be by Time's quick flowing,

Lovers have in their hearts a clock still going;

For, though Time be nimble, his

Are

Are

Where Love hath his notions.

Hope is the mainspring on which moves desire,

And these do the less wheels, fear, joy, inspire;

The balance is thought,

And striking,

And ne'er giving o'er.

Occasion's the hand which still's moving round,

Till by it the critical hour may be found;

And, when that falls out, it will

Kisses,

Strange blisses,

And what you best like.