Men quarrel on things of the past,
Or on years that never may come;
But the present which glides away fast,
Is hardly remembered by some.
SUNDIAL ON ST. SEPULCHRE’S CHURCH, NEWGATE STREET.
’Tis time for bed, ’tis time to rise,
’Tis time for food and exercise;
This is my round and common task,
To tell men time when they do ask.