Better by much for you, he did reverse
His purposed sentence on the Universe;
Or that the creeping minutes might adjourn
Those flames in which you, with the earth, must burn;
That time's revolting hand could lag the year,
And so put back his day which is too near.
Behold his signs advanc'd like colours fly,
100To tell the world that his approach is nigh;
And in a furious march, he's coming on
Swift as the raging inundation,