Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: perseverance, dear my lord, Ke
Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion.
Time himself is bald, and therefore to the world's end will have bald followers
Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides, Who covert faults at last with shame derides
Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal.
Time's glory is to calm contending kings, to unmask falsehood and bring truth to light.
Time's office is to . . . waste huge stones with little water-drops.
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