Think’st thou existence doth depend on time?It doth; but actions are our epochs: mineHave made my days and nights imperishable,Endless, and all alike, as sands on the shore,Innumerable atoms; and one desert,Barren and cold, on which the wild waves break,But nothing rests, save carcasses and wrecks,Rocks, and the salt-surf weeds of bitterness.