Lord Edward, Lord Herbert of Cherbury

Uncessant Minutes, whil’st you move you tell The time that tells our life, which though it run Never so fast or farr, you’r new begun Short steps shall overtake; for though life well May scape his own Account, it shall not yours, You are Death’s Auditors, that both divide And summ what ere that life inspir’d endures Past a beginning, and through you we bide The doom of Fate, whose unrecall’d Decree You date, bring, execute; making what’s new Ill and good, old, for as we die in you, You die in Time, Time in Eternity.