Excerpt from Festival Plays<br><br>For, 10! I am time, your old father time, The reason of wrinkles, the rhythm of rhyme; First aboriginal native of space; Earliest settler all over the place; The oldest inhabitant here, or there; The latest arrival everywhere. By the wink of my eye your clocks are set, And the corn you out when my scythe I whet. 't is the wag of my beard marks music's sound, Makes the sun come up, and the world go round. And you tell by my smile, or shake of head When to turn out, or to turn into bed! Now Time is money, so, therefore, you see Whoever wants gold must reckon with me; Though if I should look with a frown your way The gold of your hair might be changed to grey! Or, if your gold is a counterfeit crime, You may cheat the world, but you can't cheat Time! The wealth I bring is a golden chance For making the best of your circumstance; But if too freely you spend what I give I shorten your days, as sure as you live! So you, the neighbours, the world and his wife Must come to me for the time of your life! For I can make you dance to [dances and sings] Quick time and slack time; nick 0' time and back time! Back time and fast time; lack of time and past time! Last time and least time; fasting time and feast time! Little time and long time; tittle-tattle wrong time! Sleep time, and train time; keeping time to gain time!<br><br>About the Publisher<br><br>Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com<br><br>This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.