A CANNON SUNDIAL AT THE ARSENAL, FRANKFORD, PENNSYLVANIA, U.S.A. ] Wait not for the sun to shine; Should there be a cloud or rain, By the forelock take thou Time, Haste away and call again. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT BUXTON, NORFOLK. ] A work well begun is half done, This motto we will not mend, But add that hours of play are won When the hours of toil we end. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT NEASHAM, DURHAM. ] O, speed ye hours of dark away, Give place to hours of sun; I only live while it is day, And die when night doth come. [Illustration: SUNDIAL, EARLY 18th CENTURY. ] If life’s labours weary you, Casting shade on days of grace, Try and keep in each hour new, Like the sun, a smiling face. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT MARTOCK, SOMERSET. ] Traveller think, Yet do not remain, But ere you go, Just think again. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT KIRKLEES PARK, BRIGHOUSE, YORKSHIRE. ] Your servant, sir, I’m never late; Do not demur, I’m up to date. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT HARROW SCHOOL, HARROW. Date 1869. ] Let each day begin with praise To thy God on high; Like the birds, fresh anthems raise E’er the day doth die. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT TRELLECH, TINTERN, MONMOUTHSHIRE. Date 1648. ] Would’st thou prolong thy life? Live not too fast; Seek not to-morrow’s cares Before to-day’s are past. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT THE PALACE OF QUIRINAL, ROME. Date 1718. ] A little time and you shall see This shadow’s journeyed on my dial; But though you gaze full hard at me, You cannot mark me move the while. [Illustration: SUNDIAL FROM AN OLD CURIOSITY SHOP, LONDON. ] Like a coin each day is made, From darkest night till morn, For when its worth is duly paid, We pass it and ’tis gone. [Illustration: SUNDIAL, 19th CENTURY. ] If death doth seem a tragedy, And men esteem it such; Then make sweet life a comedy, Nor fret thou over much. [Illustration: SUNDIAL, BROWNSEA CASTLE, DORSET. ]