Time will say nothing but I told you so...
O let not Time deceive you, You cannot conquer Time.
The class distinctions proper to a democratic society are not those of rank or money, still less, as is apt to happen when these are abandoned, of race, but of age.
The chances are that, in the course of his lifetime, the major poet will write more bad poems than the minor, simply because major poets write a lot.
For time is inches And the heart's changes, Where ghost has haunted Lost and wanted.