That the Life of a Man
Should be but a Span,
And that of a Woman a Yard!
From a Watch-Maker’s Window, Fleet-Street.
Here Time is bought and sold: ’Tis plain, my Friend,
My Clocks and Watches shew what I intend;
For you I Time correct,
My Time I spend;
By Time I live,
But not one Inch will lend,