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Che'Iperder tempo a chi piu sa pill spiace.
The wisest are the most annoyed at the loss of time.
Old Time, that greatest and longest established spinner of all! . . . his factory is a secret place, his work is noiseless, and his Hands are mutes.
But what minutes! Count them by sensation,
and not by calendars, and each moment is a day
and the race a life.
Benj. Disraeli—Sybil. Bk. I. Ch. II.
Time, to the nation as to the individual, is
nothing absolute; its duration depends on the
rate of thought and feeling.
Draper—History of the Intellectual Development of Europe. Vol. I. Ch. I.
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| text = When Time shall turne those Amber Lockes to
Gray.
Drayton—England's Heroical Epistles.
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| text = <poem>(Time) with his silent sickle.
Dryden—Astrwa Redux. L. 110.
And write whatever Time shall bring to pass
With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
Dryden—Palamon and Arcite.
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| text = <poem>Who well lives, long lives: for this age of ours
Should not be numbered by years, daies and
hours.
Du Bartas—Divine Weekes and Workes. Second Week. Fourth Day. Bk. II.
To everything there is a season, and a time to
every purpose under the heaven.
III. 1.
Say not thou, What is the cause that the
former days were better than these? for thou
dost not inquire wisely concerning this.
Ecclesiastes. VII. 10.
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Let us leave hurry to slaves.
Emerson—Essay on Manners.
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| text = <poem>Write it on your heart that every day is the
best day in the year. No man has learned anything rightly, until he knows that every day is
Doomsday.
Emerson—Society and Solitude. Work and
Dilatio damnum habet, mora periculum.
Procrastination brings loss, delay danger.
Erasmus—Adolescens.
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| text = <poem>The four eights, that ideal of operative felicity,
are here (New Zealand) a realized fact.
J. A. Froude—Oceana. Ch. XIV. The four
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eights are explained in a footnote to be
"Eight to work, eight to play, eight to
sleep, and eight shillings a day."
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| text = I count my time by times that I meet thee;
These are my yesterdays, my morrows, noons,
And nights, these are my old moons and my
new moons.
Slow fly the hours, fast the hours flee,
If thou art far from or art near to me:
If thou art far, the bird's tunes are no tunes;
If thou art near, the wintry days are Junes.
R. W. Gilder—The New Day. Pt.IV. Sonnet VI.
So schaff' ich am sausenden Webstuhl der Zeit.
Thus at Time's humming loom I ply.
Goethe—Faust. I. 1. 156.
Ein stiller Geist ist Jahre lang geschaftig;
Die Zeit nur macht die feine Gahrung kraftig.
Long is the calm brain active in creation;
Time only strengthens the fine fermentation.
Goethe—Faust. I. 6. 36.
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| text = Mein Vennachtniss, wie herrlich weit und breit;
Die Zeit ist mein Vennachtniss, mein Acker ist
die Zeit.
My inheritance, how wide and fair
Time is my estate; to Time I'm heir.
Goetede—Wilhelm Meister's Travels. Trans,
by Carlyle in Sartor Resartus.
My inheritance how lordly wide and fair;
Time is my fair seed-field, to Time I'm heir.
Carlyle's version in Chartism. Ch. X.
Mein Erbteil wie herrlich, weit und breit;
Die Zeit ist mein Besitz, mein Acker ist die Zeit.
Goethe—Westostliche Divan. VI. Buch der
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| text = <poem>Die Zeit ist selbst ein Element.
Time is itself an element.
Goethe—Spruche in Prosa. III.
Rich with the spoils of time.
Gray—Elegy in a Country Churchyard. St. 13.
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| text = <poem>I made a posy while the day ran by;
Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie
My life within this band.
But time did beckon to the flowers, and they
By noon most cunningly did steal away,
And wither'd in my hand.
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| work = The Temple. IAfe.
Thus times do shift; each thing his turne does
hold;
New things succeed, as former things grow old.
| author = Herrick
| work = Ceremonies for Candlemas Eve.
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| num = | text = <poem>Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a flying, And this same flower that smiles to-day r To-morrow will be dying.
| author = Herrick | work = Hespervks. 208. Same found in
Ausonius—Idyllia. 14.
| seealso = (See also Spenser, Wyatt, also Gleim under Rose)
