Love where you may, Hate where you must, Our life’s but a day, And we are but dust. [Illustration: SUNDIAL ON THE CLOISTERS OF VALDEMORA, MAJORCA. ] I stand a relic of the past, Revered by some, I trow. Rain, hail, and snow, heat, cold, and blast, Of such I’ve had enou’. [Illustration: EARLY SUNDIAL ON POTTERSPURY CHURCH. ] “The good old times” are always claimed By the people of to-day, Superior, when they have defamed, Their own in every way. [Illustration: SUNDIAL, LATE 18th CENTURY. ] Many a man with sunless heart, Envies me my simple part; Yet a cheerful face like mine, They can have when sun doth shine. [Illustration: SUNDIAL, COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE’S, APPLEBY. ] I stand a monument to all, Of hours that are beyond recall. I stand a monument to some, The hour you see, and hours to come. [Illustration: SUNDIAL, 20th CENTURY. ] Put not off from day to day, Work for time that hastes away, For too soon thy hours are run, And this work remains undone. [Illustration: SUNDIAL IN THE GROUNDS OF BROWNSEA CASTLE. ] Ye look on ye face of ye sky, To learn what ye day shall be; But look on this dial for why, Ye hour is dearer to thee. [Illustration: SUNDIAL IN PRIESTGATE, PETERBOROUGH. Date 1663. ] Were I a mirror You’d gaze at me; Neglect, that error, All men would flee. [Illustration: SUNDIAL IN THE GROUNDS OF WALTHAM RECTORY, GRIMSBY. ] I mark ye hours, Man notes ye time; Spite storme and showers Ye sun will shine. [Illustration: EARLY SUNDIALS, ST. MICHAEL’S, ISEL, COCKERMOUTH. ] The ancients regarded the face of the sky To determine the time of day; But moderns, economy anxious to ply, A watch or a dial obey. [Illustration: SUNDIAL, 17th CENTURY. ] Let time be likened to a bridge, Each stage of life a span, Which crowns the piers that do support In crossing every man. [Illustration: SUNDIAL OVER THE PORCH OF ST. GREGORY’S, MINSTER. ]