Patient I wait like one forlorn,
The new-born day to start.
SUNDIAL, 17th CENTURY.
He who hath no use for time,
Is either a fool or dead;
And, if compulsory choice were mine,
The latter I’d be in halls sublime,
Than a fool with useless head.
Patient I wait like one forlorn,
The new-born day to start.
SUNDIAL, 17th CENTURY.
He who hath no use for time,
Is either a fool or dead;
And, if compulsory choice were mine,
The latter I’d be in halls sublime,
Than a fool with useless head.