Classic Poem

That none beguiled be by times quick flowing,
Lovers have in their hearts a clock still going;
For though time be nimble, his motions
Are quicker
And thicker
Where love hath his notions:

Hope is the main-spring on which moves desire,
And these do the less wheels, Fear, Joy, inspire;
The ballance is thought, evermore
Clicking
And striking,
And ne're giving o're.

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 strike
Kisses,
Strange blisses,
And what you best like.