Please rewrite this sonnet of Mary Worth to modern English:
How fast thou fliest, O Time, on loves swift wings
To hopes of joy, that flatters our desire
Which to a lover, still, contentment brings!
Yett, when we should enjoy thou dost retire,
Thou say'st thou pace faulse time from our desire,
When to our ill thou hast'st with Eagles wings,
Slowe, only to make us see thy retire
Was for dispayre, and harme, which sorrow brings;
O! slacke thy pase, and milder pass to love;
Bee like the Bee, whose wings she doth butt use
To bring home profitt, masters good to prove
Laden, and weary, yet again pursues,
Soe lade thyself with honey of sweet joye,
And does not meet the Hive of love to destroy.