Edward Young Time Quotations

We see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see!

The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.

Each moment has its sickle, emulous Of Time's enormous scythe, whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root.

The bell strikes One. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours.

We push time from us, and we wish him back; * * * * * * Life we think long and short; death seek and shun.

Time elaborately thrown away.