In the same houre the worlde was create,
Originally I toke myne estate.
Coulde the nyne worthies so victorious,
Do all their actes without tyme or space?
Tyme is a thyng both gay and glorious,
When it passeth with vertue and grace.
Man in this worlde hath a dwellyng place,
Eyther hell or heaven, wythout lesynge,
Alway he getteth in his tyme spendynge.
Withouten tyme is no erthly thynge,