Saevum Tempus Serpit
Pitiless, slow moving time
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me;
For now hath time made me his numbering clock:
My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar
Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch,
Whereto my finger, like a dials point,
Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.
-William Shakespeare, Richard II, act 5, scene 5
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Gothic Clock and Moon Phase