"Hour after hour departs, Recklessly flying; The golden time of our hearts Is fast a-dying: O, how soon it will have faded! Joy droops, with forehead shaded; And Memory starts."

"E'en such is time! which takes in trust Our youth, our joys, and all we have; And pays us naught but age and dust, Which, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days. And from which grave, and earth, and dust, The Lord will raise me up, I trust."

"He briskly and cheerfully asked him how a man should kill time."

": Whilst we deliberate how to begin a thing, it grows too late to begin it."

"Dum deliberamus quando incipiendum sit, incipiere jam serum est."

"Expect, but fear not, Death: Death cannot kill, Till Time (that first must seal his patent) will. Would'st thou live long? keep Time in high esteem: Whom gone, if thou canst not recall, redeem."

"Gone! gone forever!—like a rushing wave Another year has burst upon the shore Of earthly being—and its last low tones, Wandering in broken accents in the air, Are dying to an echo."

"Time conquers all, and we must time obey."

"From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime Out of Space—out of Time."

": The happier the time, the quicker it passes."

"Tanto brevius omne, quanto felicius tempus."

"Seize time by the forelock."

"His golden locks Time hath to silver turned, O time too swift! O swiftness never ceasing! His youth 'gainst Time and Age hath ever spurned, But spurned in vain! Youth waneth by increasing."

"Time is lord of thee: Thy wealth, thy glory, and thy name are his."

"Man yields to death; and man's sublimest works Must yield at length to Time."

"The present is our own; but while we speak, We cease from its possession, and resign The stage we tread on, to another race, As vain, and gay, and mortal as ourselves."

"Time, the foe of man's dominion, Wheels around in ceaseless flight, Scattering from his hoary pinion Shades of everlasting night."

"Let time that makes you homely, make you sage."

"These are the times that try men's souls."

": Time is generally the best medicine."

"Temporis ars medicina fere est."

": Time that devours all things."

"Tempus edax rerum."

": Time glides by with constant movement, not unlike a stream. For neither can a stream stay its course, nor can the fleeting hour."

"Assiduo labuntur tempora motu, Non secus ad flumen. Neque enim consistere flumen. Nec levis hora potest."

": Time glides by, and we grow old with the silent years; and the days flee away with no restraining curb."

"Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis; Et fugiunt fræno non remorante dies."

": Heaven makes sport of human affairs, and the present hour gives no sure promise of the next."

"Ludit in humanis divina potentia rebus, Et certam præsens vix habet hora fidem."

": Neither will the wave which has passed be called back; nor can the hour which has gone by return."

"Nec, quæ præteriit, iterum revocabitur unda: Nec, quæ præteriit, hora redire potest."

": In time the unmanageable young oxen come to the plough; in time the horses are taught to endure the restraining bit."

"Tempore difficiles veniunt ad aratra juvenci; Tempore lenta pati frena docentur equi."

": While I am speaking the hour flies."

"Dum loquor hora fugit."

": Time steals on and escapes us, like the swift river that glides on with rapid stream."

"Labitur occulte, fallitque volubilis ætas, Ut celer admissis labitur amnis aquis."

"For each age is a dream that is dying, Or one that is coming to birth."

"Time, still as he flies, adds increase to her truth, And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth."

"A wonderful stream is the river of Time As it runs through the realms of tears, With a faultless rhythm and musical rhyme, And a broader sweep and a surge sublime, And blends with the ocean of years."

"Time softly there Laughs through the abyss of radiance with the gods."

": Time is the sovereign physician of our passions."

"Le temps … souverain médecin de nos passions."

"Time will run back and fetch the age of gold."

"Time, eftsoon will tumble All of us together like leaves in a gust, Humbled indeed down into the dust."

"When time is flown, how it fled It is better neither to ask nor tell, Leave the dead moments to bury their dead."

"Who can undo What time hath done? Who can win back the wind? Reckon lost music from a broken lute? Renew the redness of a last year's rose? Or dig the sunken sunset from the deep?"

"However we pass Time, he passes still, Passing away whatever the pastime, And, whether we use him well or ill, Some day he gives us the slip for the last time."

"Time is a feathered thing, And, whilst I praise The sparkling of thy looks, and call them rays, Takes wing, Leaving behind him as he flies An unperceivèd dimness in thine eyes."