TIME
Dum loquor hora fugit.
While I am speaking the hour flies.
Tempore difficiles veniunt ad aratra juvenci;
Tempore lenta pati frena docentur equi.
In time the unmanageable young oxen come to the plough; in time the horses are taught to endure the restraining bit.
Nee, quse praeteriit, iterum revocabitur unda:
Nee, qu» prseteriit, hora redire potest.
Neither will the wave which has passed be
called back; nor can the hour which has gone
by return.
Ovid—Ars Amatoria. Bk. III. 63.
Ludit in huroanis divina potentia rebus,
Et certam praesens vix habet hora fidem.
Heaven makes sport of human affairs, and
the present hour gives no sure promise of the
next.
Ovid—Epistolce Ex Ponto. IV. 3. 49.
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis;
Et fugiunt frseno non remorante dies.
Time glides by, and we grow old with the
silent years; and the days flee away with no
restraining curb.
Ovid—Fasti. VI. 771.
Assiduo labuntur tempora motu,
Non secus ad flumen. Neque enim consistere
flumen.
Nee levis hora potest.
Time glides by with constant movement,
not unlike a stream. For neither can a stream
stay its course, nor can the fleeting hour.
Ovtd—Metamorphoses. XV. 180.
Tempus edax rerum.
Time that devours all things.
Ovtd—Metamorphoses. XV. 234.
Temporis ars medicina fere est.
Time is generally the best medicine.
Ovtd—Remedia Amoris. 131.
These are the times that try men's souls.
Thomas Paine—The American Crisis. No. 1.
Let time that makes you homely, make you sage.
Parnell—An Elegy to an Old Beauty. L. 35.
Time, the foe of man's dominion,
Wheels around in ceaseless flight,
Scattering from his hoary pinion
Shades of everlasting night.
Thomas Love Peacock—The Genius of the
Thames. Pt. II. St. 42.
The present is our own; but while we speak,
We cease from its possession, and resign
The stage we tread on, to another race,
As vain, and gay, and mortal as ourselves.
Thomas Love Peacock—Time. L. 9.
TIME
Man yields to death; and man's sublimest works
Must yield at length to Time.
Thomas Love Peacock—Time. L. 65.
Time is lord of thee :
Thy wealth, thy glory, and thy name are his.
Thomas Love Peacock—Time. L. 71.
His golden locks Time hath to silver turned,
O time too swift! O swiftness never ceasing!
His youth 'gainst Time and Age hath ever
spurned,
But spurned in vain! Youth waneth by increasing.
George Peele—Sonnet. Polyhymnia. Another version published in Seger's Honor
Military and Civil. (1602)
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| text = <poem>Seize time by the forelock.
Pittacus of Mitylene. Thales of Miletus.
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| text = <poem>Tanto brevius omne, quanto felicius tempus.
The happier the time, the quicker it passes.
Pliny the Younger—EpisUes. VII. 14.
From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime
Out of Space—out of Time.
Poe—Dreamland. L. 7.
Years following years steal something ev'ry day.
At last they steal us from ourselves away.
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| work = Imitations of Horace. Bk. II. Ep. 2.
L. 72.
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| text = <poem>Time conquers all, and we must time obey.
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| work = Winter. L. 88.
Gone! gone forever!—like a rushing wave
Another year has burst upon the shore
Of earthly being—and its last low tones,
Wandering in broken accents in the air,
Are dying to an echo.
George D. Prentice—Flight of Years.
A thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the
night.
Psalms. XC. 4.
We spend our years as a tale that is told.
Psalms. XC. 9.
Expect, but fear not, Death : Death cannot kill,
Till Time (that first must seal his patent) will.
Would'st thou live long? keep Time in high esteem:
Whom gone, if thou canst not recall, redeem.
Quarles—Hieroglyphics of the Life of Man.
Ep. 6.
Dum deliberamus quando recipiendum sit, incipiere jam serum est.
Whilst we deliberate how to begin a thing,
it grows too late to begin it.
Qotnthjlan. XII. 6. 3.
