Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. Ha, ha? keepe time: How sowre sweet Musicke is,
Rich. When Time is broke, and no Proportion kept?
Rich. So is it in the Musicke of mens liues:
Rich. And heere haue I the daintinesse of eare,
Rich. To heare time broke in a disorder'd string:
Rich. But for the Concord of my State and Time,
Rich. Had not an eare to heare my true Time broke.
Rich. I wasted Time, and now doth Time waste me:
Rich. For now hath Time made me his numbring clocke;
Rich. My Thoughts, are minutes; and with Sighes they iarre,
Rich. Their watches on vnto mine eyes, the outward Watch,
Rich. Whereto my finger, like a Dialls point,
Rich. Is pointing still, in cleansing them from teares.
Rich. Now sir, the sound that tels what houre it is,
Rich. Are clamorous groanes, that strike vpon my heart,
Rich. Which is the bell: so Sighes, and Teares, and Grones,
Rich. Shew Minutes, Houres, and Times: but my Time
Rich. Runs poasting on, in Bullingbrookes proud ioy,
Rich. While I stand fooling heere, his iacke o'th'Clocke.
Rich. This Musicke mads me, let it sound no more,