Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race…

For when as each thing bad thou hast entombed,

And last of all thy greedy self consumed,

Then long eternity shall greet our bliss

With an individual kiss,

And joy shall overtake us as a flood;

When everything that is sincerely good

And perfectly divine,

With truth, and Peace, and Love shall ever shine…

Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee, O Time.

John Milton (1608-74), On Time.