ON A DIAL.

To-morrow and to-morrow

Is but to-day:

The world wags but to borrow

Time that grows gray:—

Grammercy! time's but sorrow

And — well away!

Since time hales but to sadness

And to decay,

Men needs wax fools for madness,

Laugh, curse, and pray;

Death grapples with their badness —

The Devil's to pay.