Specimen of Milton's spelling, from the Cambridge autographmanuscript.
(Set on a clock case)Fly envious Time till thou run out thy racecall on the lazie leaden-stepping howreswhose speed is but the heavie plummets pace& glut thy selfe wth what thy womb devouresWch is no more then what is false & vaine& meerly mortall drosseso little is our losseso little is thy gainefor when as each thing bad thou hast entomb'd& last of all thy greedie selfe consum'd 10then long Aeternity shall greet our blissewth an individuall kisseand Joy shall overtake us as a floodwhen every thing yt is sincerely good& pfectly divinewith Truth, & Peace, & Love shall ever shineabout the supreme throneof him t' whose happy-making sight alonewhen once our heav'nly-guided soule shall climethen all this earthie grossnesse quit 20attir'd wth starres wee shall for ever sitTriumphing over Death, & Chance, & thee O Time.