| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907. | | | | No Trust in Time | | By William Drummond of Hawthornden (1585–1649) |
| | | LOOK how the flower which lingeringly doth fade, | |
| The morning’s darling late, the summer’s queen, | |
| Spoiled of that juice which kept it fresh and green, | |
| As high as it did raise, bows low the head: | |
| Right so my life, contentments being dead, | 5 |
| Or in their contraries but only seen, | |
| With swifter speed declines than erst it spread, | |
| And blasted, scarce now shows what it hath been. | |
| As doth the pilgrim therefore, whom the night | |
| By darkness would imprison on his way, | 10 |
| Think on thy home, my soul, and think aright | |
| Of what yet rests thee of life’s wasting day! | |
| Thy sun posts westward, passèd is thy morn, | |
| And twice it is not given thee to be born. | | | | |
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