I never miss my mark, Or wander from the track, For when ’tis grown too dark, I wait ’til day comes back. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT BIDDULPH, STAFFORDSHIRE. Date 16th Century. ] To-morrow and to-morrow, Every mortal cries; All from the future borrow, Forgetting how time flies. [Illustration: SUNDIAL ON LELANT CHURCH, CORNWALL. ] He who thinks to kill ye hour, Over-estimates his power, For although he hath the will, Time alone exists to kill. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT ASTBURY, CHESHIRE. ] Love alone outlives our day, Vanquishing e’en time, For when we have passed away, ’Tis found in halls sublime. [Illustration: SUNDIAL ON PENN CHURCH, BUCKINGHAMSHIRE. ] Dissolved ’tis possible men may be, In mind and matter eternally, But things created here below, A future resurrection show. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT ALDINGTON HALL, KENT. ] If ’tis earlier than you thought, Use time’s balance as you ought, Waste not hours that you need, To further work you fain would speed. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT MORDEN COLLEGE, BLACKHEATH. Date 1695. ] Live, like me, in the present, Dwell not on the past, Your life will be more pleasant, And hours longer last. [Illustration: SUNDIAL, 19th CENTURY. ] From the dial learn content, And many other virtue, For the hours were never meant, To fashion things to hurt you. [Illustration: SUNDIAL, EARLY 17th CENTURY. ] Here a little, and there a little, Upon this dial mine, The hours from life I whittle, Line upon line. [Illustration: SUNDIAL, 20th CENTURY. ] Remember me in all you do, Whilst time is with us yet, Let this a warning be to you, Do not forget. [Illustration: SUNDIAL ON YE OLDE WHITECHAPEL, WHITCLIFF, CLECKHEATON, YORKSHIRE. ] Mourn not ye hour, nor look sad, Thy life won’t bear such masking, God gave ye hours to make us glad, With pleasure for ye asking. [Illustration: SUNDIAL AT LLANTYSILIS, NORTH WALES. ]