- text: |-
    Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
    So do our minutes hasten to their end;
    Each changing place with that which goes before,
    In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
  attribution: William Shakespeare
  source: Sonnet 60
  source-url: /poetry/sonnet-60.html
  tags: [time, mortality]
  date-added: 2026-03-17