Time flies on restless pinions - constant never.
Alas! When duty grows thy law, enjoyment fades away.
Song forbids victorious deeds to die.
Think with awe on the slow and quiet power of time.
Ever building, building to the clouds, still building higher, and never reflecting that the poor narrow basis cannot sustain the giddy tottering column.
He who neglects the present moment throws away all he has.