Upon the Immoderat Use of Pastime, or rather abuse

How shall we pass the Time away
Cryes evry Mouth and hart of Clay
When Time is wing'd and ther with all
Flies swift away without recall
The Morn's awake and Cocks doe Crowe
The Hunt is up and Hornes they blowe
The Balling Currs forsake their rest
To Coast the woods and Rowse the Beast
The Allys Mow'de and Rowld soe's fitt
To Trundle Time away on it
The Match is made and Those who win
Forget that Loss of Time steals in
One sings away with't let's be merry
Drownd sorrow and sink Cares in Sherry
When as the Reckoning for These
Proves Remedy worse than Diseas
For God made man for Other End
To Fear His Name and love his Frend
And to improve those Howres are lent
Will ne're return when gon and spent
What Rocks afford in Pretious Gemms
And Seas yeild Pearle deck Diadems
Who is not Greedy to obtain
And t'spare noe Peril for such Gain
Only what is more Pretious sure
Time that Delays cannot Endure
We Triffle out Consume in Wast
Imping more Plume unto its Hast
Til having Been, not livd, we dye,
Debters stil to Eternety.