Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. I. Early Poetry: Chaucer to Donne
Robert Southwell (c. 15611595)Loss in Delay
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Take thy time while time is lent thee;
Creeping snails have weakest force,
Fly their fault lest thou repent thee.
Good is best when soonest wrought,
Linger’d labours come to nought.
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 forewit guide thy thought.
Take thy hold on his forehead;
When he flies he turns no more,
And behind his scalp ’s naked.
Works adjourn’d have many stays,
Long demurs breed new delays.
Fester’d wounds ask deeper lancing;
After-cures are seldom seen,
Often sought, scarce ever chancing.
Time and place give best advice,
Out of season, out of price.
Break ill eggs ere they be hatch’d;
Kill bad chickens in the tread,
Fledged, they hardly can be catch’d.
In the rising stifle ill,
Lest it grow against thy will.
Not by force but often falling;
Custom kills with feeble dint,
More by use than strength and vailing.
Single sands have little weight,
Many make a drawing freight.
Aged trees do break with bending;
Young desires make little prease,
Growth doth make them past amending
Happy man, that soon doth knock
Babel’s babes against the rock!