How beautifully has Burns alluded to these influences, in his “Lines to Mary in Heaven:” Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. The Hon. W. R. H. Spencer has something akin to this in his “Lines to Lady A. Hamilton:” Too late I stay’d; forgive the crime; Unheeded flew the hours; How noiseless falls the foot of Time That only treads on flow’rs! Edward Moore, in one of his pleasing Songs, thus points to these charming influences: Time still, as he flies, adds increase to her truth, And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth. The best lessons of life are to be learnt in his school: Taught by time, my heart has learn’d to glow For others’ good, and melt at others’ woe. How well has Shakspeare expressed this work of the great reconciler: Time’s glory is to calm contending kings, To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light, To stamp its seal on aged things, To wake the morn, and sentinel the night, To wrong the wronger, till he render right. Elsewhere Shakspeare paints him as the universal balm: Cease to lament for that thou can’st not help, And study help for that which thou lament’st. Time is the nurse and breeder of all good. It is notorious to philosophers, that joy and grief can hasten and delay time. Locke is of opinion that a man in great misery may so far lose his measure, as to think a minute an hour; or in joy make an hour a minute. Shakspeare’s “divers paces” of Time is too familiar for quotation here. Time’s Garland is one of the beauties of Drayton’s “Elysium of the Muses:” The garland long ago was worn As Time pleased to bestow it: The Laurel only to adorn The conqueror and the poet. The Palm his due who, uncontroll’d, On danger looking gravely, When fate had done the worst it could, Who bore his fortunes bravely. Most worthy of the Oaken wreath The ancients him esteemed, Who in a battle had from death Some man of worth redeemed. About his temples grave they tie, Himself that so behaved, In some strong siege by th’ enemy, A city that hath saved. A wreath of Vervains heralds wear, Amongst our garlands named, Being sent that dreadful news to bear, Offensive war proclaimed.