That none beguiled be by Time's quick flowing,
Lovers have in their hearts a clock still going;
For, though time be nimble, his motions
Are quicker
And thicker5
Where love hath his notions.
Hope is the main-spring on which moves desire;
And these do the less wheels, Fear, Joy, inspire:
The balance is Thought, evermore
Clicking10
And striking,
And ne'er giving o'er.
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 strike15
Kisses,
Strange blisses,
And what you best like.