Time Is The Old Justice

Small Cheer And Great Welcome Makes A Merry Feast.

Thou And I Are Too Wise To Woo Peaceably.

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.

What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks?

Too Nice, And Yet Too True!