And think how, night and day, time onward flies.
Noon.—Dum tempus habemus, operemur bonum.
Life steals away—this hour, oh! man, is lent thee.
Patient to work the work of Him who sent thee.
Setting Sun.—Redibo, tu nunquam.
Haste, traveller, the sun is sinking now:
He shall return again, but never thou.
Over the Sun-dial on an old house in Rye:
Tempus edax rerum.[[10]]
Underneath it: