Elsewhere Shakspeare paints him as the universal balm:
Cease to lament for that thou can’st not help,
And study help for that which thou lament’st.
Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.
It is notorious to philosophers, that joy and grief can hasten and delay time. Locke is of opinion that a man in great misery may so far lose his measure, as to think a minute an hour; or in joy make an hour a minute. Shakspeare’s “divers paces” of Time is too familiar for quotation here.
Time’s Garland is one of the beauties of Drayton’s “Elysium of the Muses:”
The garland long ago was worn
As Time pleased to bestow it:
The Laurel only to adorn
The conqueror and the poet.