Tempus Edax

Soft teeth at last of gnawing hour
Grind sternest stone to finest flour.

Nor any mage, with puissant art,
Deflects Time’s final venom’d dart.


“Tempus edax rerum…”, Ovid, Metamorphoses, xv, 234.

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