And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, 'It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see', Quoth he, 'how the world wags: 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot.

In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame.

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when it begins to bud; a doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.

You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.

Nature does require her times of preservation.

Suit the action to the word : the word to the action : with this special observance that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature.

I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.