Classic Poem

Upon the Clock going too fast

The Swifter lying wheel ore-runs the day
Would make it seem as guilty of delay
And the wingd hower out stretch as conquered
In swiftnes by the Plummets waight of lead
The fallacy is easy for admitt
That wayght were ofe, then time would out fly it
O let my flitting dayes soe numbred be
By a wise hart they prove of waight to me
Soe may I life dispose that in the end
By setting bright it may a cleer day send.