• O Time the fatal wrack of mortal things,
    That draws oblivion's curtains over kings;
    Their sumptuous monuments, men know them not,
    Their names without a record are forgot,
    Their parts, their ports, their pomps all laid in th' dust
    Nor wit nor gold, nor buildings scape time's rust;
    But he whose name is graved in the white stone
    Shall last and shine when all of these are gone.

    Anne Bradstreet (1867). “The Works of Anne Bradstreet in Prose and Verse”, p.381