I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act v., Sc. 5.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles to-day,
To-morrow will be dying.
HERRICK: _To Virgins to Make Much of Time._
Threefold the stride of Time, from first to last!
Loitering slow, the FUTURE creepeth--
Arrow-swift, the PRESENT sweepeth--
And motionless forever stands the PAST.
SCHILLER: _Sentences of Confucius, Time._