_Rosalinda._ I pray you, what is’t a clock? _Orlando._ You should ask me, what time o’ day; there’s no clock in the forest. _Ros._ Then there is no true lover in the forest; else, sighing every minute, and groaning every hour, would detect the lazy foot of Time, as well as a clock. _Orla._ Why not the swift foot of Time? Had not that been as proper? _Ros._ By no means, Sir. Time travels in diverse paces with diverse persons. I’ll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal. _Orla._ I pr’y thee whom doth he trot withal? _Ros._ Marry, he trots hard with a young maid, between the contract of her marriage, and the day it is solemnized: if the interim be but a se’ennight, Time’s pace is so hard that it seems the length of seven years. _Orla._ Who ambles Time withal? _Ros._ With a priest that lacks Latin, and a rich man that hath not the gout: for the one sleeps easily, because he cannot study; and the other lives merrily, because he feels no pain: the one lacking the burden of lean and wasteful learning; the other knowing no burthen of heavy tedious penury. These Time ambles withal. _Orla._ Whom doth he gallop withal? _Ros._ With a thief to the gallows: for though he go as softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too soon there. _Orla._ Whom stays it still withall? _Ros._ With lawyers in the vacation; for they sleep between term and term, and then they perceive not how Time moves. _As you like it, act 3. sc. 8._