Reading The life and death of King Richard the Second

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Ha, ha? keepe time: How sowre sweet Musicke is,

When Time is broke, and no Proportion kept?

So is it in the Musicke of mens liues:

And heere haue I the daintinesse of eare,

To heare time broke in a disorder'd string:

But for the Concord of my State and Time,

Had not an eare to heare my true Time broke.

I wasted Time, and now doth Time waste me:

For now hath Time made me his numbring clocke;

My Thoughts, are minutes; and with Sighes they iarre,

Their watches on vnto mine eyes, the outward Watch,

Whereto my finger, like a Dialls point,

Is pointing still, in cleansing them from teares.

Now sir, the sound that tels what houre it is,

Are clamorous groanes, that strike vpon my heart,

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