Dialogue

Youth : Oíd Time, basto thy lagfring stops; Thou crcep'st LUte Hiiail npoa tliO lea";, Bring to an cnd my ymitbful daye, And let me iuanhood's ntaturo seo. Time: í Oh ! f oolish boy, tlic duy will como r When thou ot sin and grief Bhalt know. And in repentant bitterness Shalt wiöli that tiiue had gozM more slow. Makhood : Oíd Time, haste thy laggiug Rtcps, For -wcalth and ramo anead I sce, And long to gñsp them iu my hud. W'hy du you creep so slow for me ? Timk: Thou foolish man, when that day comes, Of sin and folly thou shalt know, And whüe tlioy ranklc iu tliy heart Shalt wish that Time had gone more slow. Old Age : Oh, Father Time, rctard thy stepe ; Thou góest, inaeed, too fa.t forme; Let me prepare to meet my God Before my soul f rom earth ie free, Oh, foolish man, thou'st had Ihal time ; Neglected it has passed thre by ; Thy tesura and pradera are no avail, Thy room is sealed and thou mixst die,