|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|Winged time glides on insensibly, and deceives us; and there is nothing more fleeting than years.|
Ovid.Meta. Book X. Fable 9. (Riley.)
| Jumping oer times,|
Turning the accomplishment of many years
Into an hour-glass.
Shakespeare.King Henry V., Chorus.
|Years have not seen, Time shall not see,|
The hour that tears my soul from thee.
Byron.Bride of Abydos, Canto I. Stanza 11.
| Years steal|
Fire from the mind, as vigour from the limb;
And lifes enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
Byron.Childe Harold, Canto III. Stanza 8.
|Years following years, steal something every day;|
At last they steal us from ourselves away.
Pope.Imitations of Horace, Book II. Epi. II. Line 72.
| I am declind|
Into the vale of years.
Shakespeare.Othello, Act III. Scene 3. (He imagines that a reason for Desdemonas supposed love of Cassio.)