Time was,” he cried, “but Time shall be no more!”
Joshua Marsden.
O Time! the fatal wreck of mortal things,
That draws oblivion’s curtains over kings.
Their sumptuous monuments, men know them not,
Their names without a record, are forgot,
Their parts, their ports, their pomp’s all laid i’ the dust,
Nor wit, nor gold, nor buildings, ’scape Time’s rust;
But he whose name is ’graved in the white stone,
Shall last and shine when all of these are gone.