Misshapen time, copesmate of ugly night;

Swift subtle post, carrier of grisly care;

Eater of youth, false slave to false delight,

Base watch of woes, sin’s pack-horse, virtue’s snare:

Thou nursest all, and murderest all that are.

Shakspere.

Time’s glory is to calm contending kings,

To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light;

To stamp the seal of time on aged things,

To wake the morn, and sentinel the night,