Time -

I whom thou seest with horyloge in hande,
Am named tyme, the lord of every howre,
I shall in space destroy both see and lande.
O simple fame, how darest thou man honowre,
Promising of his name, an endlesse flowre,
Who may in the world have a name eternall,
When I shall in proces distroy the world and all.
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