Setting mine hourglass for a witness by

To measure study as the time did fly:

A ling’ring muse possessed my thinking brain:

My mind was reaching, but in such a vein,

As if my thoughts by thinking brought a sleep,

Wingless and footeless, now like snails did creep,

I eyed my glass, but he so fast did run

That ere I had begun, the hour was done.

The creeping sands with speedy pace were fleet,

Before one reason crept out of my wit.

When I stood still I saw how time did fly.

When my wits ran, time ran, more fast then I,

Stay here, ile change the course, let study pass

And let time study while I am the glass.

What touch ye sands? are little mites so fleet?

Can bodies run so swift which have no feet?