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.