I Almost Think It Is The Ultimate

Time, The Foe Of Man's Dominion, Wheels Around In Ceaseless Flight, Scattering From His Hoary Pinion Shades Of Everlasting Night.

Laughter Is Pleasant, But The Exertion At My Age Is Too Much For Me.

Man Yields To Death; And Man's Sublimest Works Must Yield At Length To Time.

Sir, I Have Quarrelled With My Wife; And A Man Who Has Quarrelled With His Wife Is Absolved From All Duty To His Country.

Time Is Lord Of Thee: Thy Wealth, Thy Glory, And Thy Name Are His.