On Time mis-spent

Time is the greatest Treasure that we have
For use, between our Cradle and our Grave;
Which we still study how to pass away,
Tho' no Man can its pace one moment stay.
'Tis strange that Nature should such Joys resist,
By which we naturally do subsist;
So often tir'd with idle thoughts in health,
As if we knew not how to spend such wealth;
But daily-wish we could to Time add wings,
Tho' his approach no welcome tiding brings;
Yet various hopes still in our hearts create
Fresh Objects to abuse, not mend our Fate.