Except you pay the ready down or send:

I trust no Time,

Unless the Times do mend.

On a Watch-Case in a Gentleman’s Pocket, given him by a Lady.

The Wretched pray to make more Haste,

The Happy say we fly too fast;

Therefore impossible to know,

Whether I go too fast or slow.

S. M.

At Hollyhead, I suppose, written by some Creation-Mender.