On A Gentlewoman's Watch That Wanted A Key

Thou pretty heav'n whose great and lesser spheares With constant wheelings measure hours and yeares Soe faithfully that thou couldst solve the doubt Of erring Time if Nature should be out, Where's thy intelligence? thy Soule? the Key That gives thee Life and Motion? must thou stay Thus cramp'd with rusty Sloth? and shall each wheele Disorganis'd confess it is but steele? Art's Living Creature, is thy thread all spent? Thy Pulse quite dead? hath Time a period sent To his owne Sister? slaine his Eeven Match? That when we looke 'tis doomesday by the Watch. Prithee sweete Watch be marri'd, joyne thy side Unto an active key, and then abide A frequent screwing, till successively More and more Time beget Eternity. Knowe as a Woman never lock'd and key'd Once in twice twelve growes faint and is downe-weighed From Nature's full intent, and cannot live Beyond her natural span, unlesse Man give His vanish'd bone a quick'ning, unless Man Doe adde an Ell unto her now shrunk span, Unless he lengthen out posteritie Her secret orbes will faint and She all die; Soe will thy wheeles decay, and finde their date Unless a Key their houres doe propagate: Then gett a key and live; my life Ile gage Each minute then shall grow into an age; Then lett thy Mistresse looking smile on Thee, And say 'tis time my Watch and I agree.