James Wood, comp. Dictionary of Quotations. 1899.

Crowe

Our better mind / Is as a Sunday’s garment, then put on / When we have nought to do; but at our work / We wear a worse for thrift.

Our narrow ken / Reaches too far, when all that we behold / Is but the havoc of wide-wasting Time, / Or what he soon shall spoil.

The cormorant Oblivion swallows up / The carcases that Time has made his prey.