Our time is fixed, and all our days are number'd; How long, how short, we know not:—this we know, Duty requires we calmly wait the summons, Nor dare to stir till Heaven shall give permission.
William Falconer, Thomas Day, Robert Blair, Robert Glynn, Beilby Porteus (1822). “The Poems of Falconer, Day, Blair, Glynn, and Porteus”, p.216
