I'll Teach You Differences.

Like Patience Gazing On Kings' Graves, And Smiling Extremity Out Of Act.

Through Tattered Clothes, Small Vices Do Appear. Robes And Furred Gowns Hide All.

Here Is A Rural Fellow That Will Not Be Denied Your Highness' Presence: He Brings You Figs.

He That Hath The Steerage Of My Course, Direct My Sail.

I Wasted Time, And Now Doth Time Waste Me; For Now Hath Time Made Me His Numbering Clock: My Thoughts Are Minutes; And With Sighs They Jar Their Watches On Unto Mine Eyes, The Outward Watch, Whereto My Finger, Like A Dial's Point, Is Pointing Still, In Cleansing Them From Tears. Now Sir, The Sound That Tells What Hour It Is Are Clamorous Goans, Which Strike Upon My Heart, Which Is The Bell: So Sighs And Tears And Groans Show Minutes, Times, And Hours.