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TIME

But what says the Greek? "In the morning of life, work; in the midday,, give counsel; in the evening, pray."
Hesiod 1—Fragments.
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Old Time, in whose banks we deposit our notes,
Is a miser who always wants guineas for groats;
He keeps all his customers still in arrears
By lending them minutes and charging them
years.
Holmes—Poems of the Class of '29. Our Banker. (1874)
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 | text = <poem>Dum loquimur, fugerit invida
jEtas: carpe diem.
While we are speaking envious time will
have fled. Seize the present day.
Horace—Carmina. Bk. I. 11. 7.


Carpe diem, quam m inim a credula postero.
Enjoy the present day, trusting very little
to the morrow.
Horace—Carmina. Bk. I. 11. 8.


Eheu fugaces Postume, Postume,
Labuntur anni, nee pietas moram
Rugis et instanti senectae
Afferet, indomitse que morti.
Postumus, Postumus, the years glide by us:
Alas! no piety delays the wrinkles,
Nor the indomitable hand of Death.
Horace—Carmina. Bk. II. 14. 1.


Damnosa quid non imminuit dies?
What does not destructive time destroy?
Horace—Carmina. Bk. III. 6. 45.


Quidquid sub terra est, in apricum proferet aetas;
Defodiet condetque nitentia.
Time will bring to light whatever is hidden;
it will cover up and conceal what is now shining in splendor.
Horace—Epistles. I. 6. 24.
TIME
 
Singula de nobis anni prasdantur euntes.
Each passing year robs us of some possession.
Horace—Epistles. II. 2. 55.
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Memento cita mors venit, aut victoria lata.
In the hour's short space comes swift death,
or joyful victory.
Horace—Satires. Bk. I. 1. 7.


How short our happy days appear!
How long the sorrowful!
Jean Inqelow—The Mariner's Cave. St. 38.
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To the true teacher, time's hour-glass should
still run gold-dust. .
Douglas Jerrold—Specimens ofJerrold's Wit.
Time.


My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle.
Job. VII. 6.


And panting Time toil'd after him in vain.
 | author = Samuel Johnson
 | work = Prologue on Opening the
Drury Lane Theatre. L. 6.


Seven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven,
Ten to the world allot, and all to heaven.
Sir Wm. Jones—Ode in Imitation of Alcceus.
See Lord Teignmouth—Memoirs of the
Life and Writings of Sir William Jones. Letter to Charles Chapman. Aug. 30, 1784.
Also Errata. P. 251. "The muses claim
the rest," or "the muse claims all beside"
are the changes made by Jones, according
to Andrew Amos—Four Lectures on the Advantages of a Classical Education. London,
1846. P. 78.
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 | text = <poem>That old bald cheater, Time.
Ben Jonson—The Poetaster. Act I. Sc. 5.


The noiseless foot of Time steals swiftly by
And ere we dream of manhood, age is nigh.
Juvenal—Satires. DC. 129. Gifford's trans.
 Time, that aged nurse
Rocked me to patience.
Keats—Endymion. Bk. I.


Time's waters will not ebb nor stay.
Keble—Christian Year. First Sunday after
Christmas.


Memento semper finis, et quia perditum non
redit tempus.
Remember always your end, and that lost
time does not return.
Thomas a Kempis. Bk. I. Ch. XXV. 11.


Time, which strengthens Friendship, weakens
Love.
La Bruyère—The Characters or Manners of the Present Age. Ch. IV.


Vingt siecles descendus dans l'6ternelle nuit.
Y sont sans mouvement, sans lumiere et sans
bruit.
Twenty ages sunk in eternal night. They
are without movement, without light, and
without noise.
Lemoine—(Euvres Po&iques. Saint Louis.


Potius sero quam nunquam.
Better late than never.
Lrvr. IV. II. 11. Buntan—Pilgrim's Progress. Pt. I. Dionysxus of Halicarnassus.
IX. 9. Matthew Henry—Commentaries
Matthew XXI. Murphy—School for Guardians. Act I. Tusser—Five Hundred Points
of Good Husbandry. An Habitation enforced.
 Time has laid his hand
Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it,
But as a harper lays his open palm
Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.
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 | work = The Golden Legend.


Time is the Life of the Soul.
 | author = Longfellow
 | work = Hyperion. Bk. II. Ch. VI.