...Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long. ON TIME (1633-34) FLY, envious Time, till thou run out thy race: Call on...So little is our loss, So little is thy gain ! For, whenas each thing bad thou hast entombed, And, last of all, thy greedy Self consumed, Then long eternity...

...toe, And sing hey nonny no! When the winds blow and the seas flow? Hey nonny no! Or in Milton's: Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race: Call on...hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace; Or in the ballad of Sir Patrick Spens: "I saw the new moon late yestere'en With the old moon in her...

..."now" in the light of the future life, Christians have not been cowed by time's relentless pace. . . . glut thyself with what thy womb devours, Which is...than what is false and vain, And merely mortal dross. . . . And last of all thy greedy self consumed Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss With an individual...

...what thy womb devours, Which is no more then what is false and vain, And meerly mortal dross; So Me is our loss, So little is thy gain. For when as each thing bad thou hasl entomb'd, And las! of all, thy greedy selfconsum'd, Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss With...

...author finding to be above the years he had when he wrote it, and nothing satisfied On Time32 Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race, Call on...what is false and vain, And merely mortal dross; So litde is our loss, So litde is thy gain. For when as each thing bad thou hast entombed, And last of...

...movement of the poem, using alternate and enclosed (cddc) rime, tried the new technical device : Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race ! Call on...dross; So little is our loss, So little is thy gain. Milton anticipated the happy day — which many of his contemporaries felt would soon arrive — when...

...smallness. In John Milton's "On Time" (11. 1-11) we discover two short lines as icons of smallness: And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, Which...little is thy gain. For when as each thing bad thou has entomb'd, And, last of all, thy greedy self consum'd. Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss...

...sitting here with nothing to say that isn't too ordinary or sad. ON TIME (John Milton, 1608-1674) Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race, Call on...Whose speed is but the heavy Plummet's' pace; And glut thy self with what thy womb devours, Which is no more than what is false and vain, And merely mortal...

...line is endstopped as are (to a greater or lesser extent) the lines immediately following it: Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race: Call on...leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace;12 But this passage does not set the form that the rest of the poem follows. Beginning with the...

...manuscript subtitle indicates that Milton intended the poem to be "set on a clock-case." On Time Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race, Call on...So little is our loss, So little is thy gain. For whenas each thing bad thou hast entombed, And last of all, thy greedy self consumed, Then long eternity...