Other Sonnets vpon other Subiects, 3

TIme, faster then my Thought away doth hast;
Who thought not to haue lost It, but for gaine:
But, as that thought was present, Time was past;
So, left mee but to thinke that Thought was vaine.
While I am musing how my Time to spend,
Time spends It selfe, and me: but how, I muse!
So, still I muse, while Time drawes on mine ende:
Thus. Time doth me, and I do it abuse.
I thinke, and while I thinke, I io'ly, acte:
(Yet Thought's no idle action of the Minde)
So, idle actions Time, and mee haue wrackt
Yet, in these Ruines, I my making finde:
For, I am made, by musing, what I am
That's one that lynes the Ornaments of Fame.