And innovates some act till then unknown.
* * * *
Time is th’ effect of motion, born a twin,
And with the worlds did equally begin:
Time, like a stream that hastens from the shore,
Flies to an ocean where ’tis known no more:
All must be swallow’d in this endless deep,
And motion rest in everlasting sleep.
* * * *
Time glides along with undiscover’d haste,