An old playwright makes him a fisher by the stream:
Nay, dally not with time, the wise man’s treasure,
Though fools are lavish on’t—the fatal fisher
Hooks souls, while we waste moments.
Horace has some lines, thus paraphrased by Oldham:
Alas! dear friend, alas! time hastes away,
Nor is it in your power to bribe its stay;
The rolling years with constant motion run,
Lo! while I speak, the present minute’s gone,
And following hours still urge the foregoing on.