And now these words on time from the Bard:
“I wasted time, and now time doth waste me.” — from Richard II, Act V, Scene 5
“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.” — from MacBeth, Act V, Scene 5
“Time’s glory is to command contending kings, to unmask falsehood, and to bring truth to light…” — from The Rape of Lucrece
Great Exudations 