“Unless hours were cups of sack,
and minutes capons,
and clocks the tongues of bawds,
and dials the signs of leaping houses,
and the blessed sun himself a fair, hot wench
in flame-colored taffeta,
I see no reason
why thou shouldst be so superfluous
to demand the time of the day.
I wasted time and now doth time waste me. “
—William Shakespeare
