I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end. 5133 Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th' approaches of the last. Till I eat the world at last. Tomorrow is a satire on today, And shows its weakness.
Time is a continual over-dropping of moments, which fall down one upon the other and evaporate.
Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow claspest the limits of mortality. 5140 Time is but the stream I go a fishing in. That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. No one can take it from you.