When bows were bent, and darts were thrawn, For thrang scarce could they flee; The darts clove arrows as they met, The arrows dart the tree. Sir John Bruce.Hardyknute, 2 Percy Reliques, 109.
In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, I shot his fellow of the self-same flight, The self-same way, with more advised watch To find the other; and, by adventuring both, I oft found both. Shakespeare.Merchant of Venice, Act I. Scene 1. (Bassanio to Antonio.)
Art is long and time is fleeting, And our hearts though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums are beating Funeral marches to the grave. Longfellow.Psalm of Life, Verse 4.