Suppose he had been tabled at thy Take these, times tardy truants, sent Tamne ego sim tetricus? valeant Tell me bright boy, tell me my golden Tempus adest, placidis quo Sol novus Te quaero misera, & quaero: tu nunc The bird, that's fetch't from Phasis The Complin hour comes last, to call The early Prime blushes to say 219 The ninth with awfull horror heark- The smiling Morne had newly wak't The Third hour's deafen'd with the The wakefull Matines hast to sing 217 They have left thee naked, Lord, O This reverend shadow cast that setting Thou cheat'st us Ford, mak'st one Thou hast the art on't Peter, and Thou speak'st the Word (Thy word's Thou trim'st a Prophets Tombe, and |