John Milton on Time
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“Time will run back and fetch the age of gold.”
“Day and night, Seed-time and harvest, heat and hoary frost Shall hold their course, till fire purge all things new.”
“Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race: Call on the lazy leaden-stepping Hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace; And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, Which is no more than what is false and vain, And merely mortal dross.”