We are hardly ever grateful for a fine clock or watch when it goes right, and we pay attention to it only when it falters, for the...n we are caught by surprise. It ought to be the other way about.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire?... I have no precious time at all to spend Nor services to do, till you require: Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu: Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are, how happy you make those;-- So true a fool is love, that in your will Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
How sour sweet music is, When time is broke and no proportion kept!... So is it in the music of men's lives, And here have I the daintiness of ear To check time broke in a disordered string; But for the concord of my state and time Had not an ear to hear my true time broke. I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath Time made me his numbering clock. My thoughts are minutes, and with sighs they jar Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is Are clamorous groans which strike upon my heart, Which is the bell.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In the cowslips peeps I lie, Hidden from the buzzing fly,... While green grass beneath me lies, Pearled wi' dew like fishes' eyes, Here I lye, a clock-a-clay, Waiting for the time o' day.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, I shot his fellow of the self-same flight... The self-same way with more advised watch To find the other forth, and by adventuring both I oft found both.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He repelled, a short tale to make, Fell into a sadness, then into a fast,... Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness, Thence to a lightness, and by this declension, Into the madness wherein now he raves.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night,... When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silvered o'er with white: When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard: Then of thy beauty do I question make That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake, And die as fast as they see others grow, And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence Save breed to brave him, when he takes thee hence.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »