It is still day, ’Twill soon be night, Work then, and pray, To live aright. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT PACKWOOD, WARWICKSHIRE. ] Time rules this earth, With stern decree, That all we’re worth, Shall forfeit be. [Illustration: SUNDIAL, LATE 18th CENTURY. ] Go your own way, Leave me to mine, Yet think some day, Upon my sign. [Illustration: SUNDIAL, 18th CENTURY. ] Long may you live, Happy may you be, May the hours move slowly, And from care be free. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT THE GRANGE, CALNE, WILTS. ] Make the most of everything, Gather each day’s plums; Hours and minutes soon take wing, To-morrow never comes. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT SHRUBLANDS. ] He who hesitates is lost, Time’s too short to falter, Be thou wise and count the cost, Nor ever wish to alter. [Illustration: SIR CHRISTOPHER WREN’S SUNDIAL, ST. PAUL’S CATHEDRAL, LONDON. ] I greet old faces with a smile, Recall the fleeting years, And point to hours upon my dial, Authors of hopes and fears. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT KINGSTON LACY. ] A cunning workman fashioned me, To tell the time of day. Unless a fool should alter me, I’ll never go astray. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT ENFIELD PARK. ] Remember ever when you’re late, Causing other men to wait, You responsible shall be, For your unpunctuality. [Illustration: SUNDIAL IN THE GROUNDS OF THE HOSPICE OF ST. CROSS, WINCHESTER. ] Ye bright sun and ye shade, Show how true I am made; And my lines, every one, Are all evenly done. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT BATTLE ABBEY, HASTINGS. ] By time you must measure, Your work and your pleasure, So be fair with each hour, Nor abuse thy great power. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT SUDBROOKE. ] Our life is short, So be thou kind, For no man ought, To anger find. [Illustration: SUNDIAL, 20th CENTURY. ]