And looking on it with lack-lustre eye,

Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock:

Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags."

As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe,

And then from hour to hour we rot and rot;

And thereby hangs a tale.[68:1]

As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,

That fools should be so deep-contemplative;