Here you will find the Poem On Time of poet Francis Quarles
Time's an hand's-breadth; 'tis a tale; 'Tis a vessel under sail; 'Tis an eagle in its way, Darting down upon its prey; 'Tis an arrow in its flight, Mocking the pursuing sight; 'Tis a short-lived fading flower; 'Tis a rainbow on a shower; 'Tis a momentary ray, Smiling in a winter's day; 'Tis a torrent's rapid stream; 'Tis a shadow; 'tis a dream; 'Tis the closing watch of night, Dying at the rising light; 'Tis a bubble; 'tis a sigh; Be prepared, O! man, to die.
