—Southwell.
[POET AND MARTYR.[17]
PART FIRST—MARTYR.
“Hoist up sail while gale doth last,
Tide and wind stay no man’s pleasure:
Seek not time when time is past,
Sober speed is wisdom’s leisure.
After-wits are dearly bought,
Let thy fore-wit guide thy thought.”
“Time wears all his locks before,
Take thou hold upon his forehead;
When he flies, he turns no more,
And behind his scalp is naked.