Quote#Time
And round about its gray, time-eaten brow
Quote byAustin Dobson · 1840–1921
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Vignettes in Rhyme and Vers de Societé (1873), "The Sundial", line 5; p. 173.
English (original)
And round about its gray, time-eaten brow Lean letters speak—a worn and shattered row: I am a Shade: a Shadowe too arte thou: I marke the Time: saye, Gossip, dost thou soe?
— Austin Dobson
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