The Lover's Clock

That none beguiled be by Time's quick flowing,Lovers have in their hearts a clock still going;For, though time be nimble, his motionsAre quickerAnd thicker5Where love hath his notions.

Hope is the main-spring on which moves desire;And these do the less wheels, Fear, Joy, inspire:The balance is Thought, evermoreClicking10And striking,And ne'er giving o'er.

Occasion's the hand which still 's moving round,Till by it the critical hour may be found;And, when that falls out, it will strike15Kisses,Strange blisses,And what you best like.