Shall not I, Tyme, evermore abyde,
Tyll that in Libra at the dreadfull tyde
Of the daye of dome then in the balaunce,
Almyghty God shall be just and egall
To every persone withouten doubtaunce,
Eche as they dyd deserve in generall,
Some to have joye, and some payne eternall,
Then I am past, I may no longer be,
And after me is dame Eternitie.